"Up river, or down?" called Skipper Tom, coming forward.
"Up!" voiced Hal. "And at racing speed, too!"
"Dutchman's gait, Joe," Hank called down unconcernedly, as soon as the "Restless" had well cleared the dock, having swung the craft around, heading up the river at a speed increased to twelve miles.
"Can't you crowd a lot more speed on?" demanded Hal Overton.
"Dog chasing that Dutchman, Joe," Hank sang down, and the "Restless" was soon doing eighteen miles an hour.
"You told me your best speed was twenty-six to twenty-eight, didn't you?" asked Hal, wheeling around as Skipper Tom Halstead joined them.
"Yes, sir."
"Can you hit up that speed without endangering the engine?"
"Yes," replied Tom, "but we'll burn a lot of gasoline doing that."
"Gasoline?" uttered Prescott contemptuously.