His heart was full of bitterness, both at the mean trick Peter had played, and at the thought of being beaten, for he knew that there would not be time for the telegraph operator to send both Peter’s copy and his also in time for the afternoon paper. The Leader would be beaten.
“Hark! What’s that?” asked Tony, as they moved about to get better positions in grasping the overturned boat.
“Sounded like a whistle,” said Larry.
“It was a whistle! A motor boat is coming toward us!” cried Tony.
CHAPTER XXXVI
LARRY SCORES A BIG BEAT
Larry looked up. There, bearing down on them, was a swift gasolene launch, one of several that had been doing rescue work about the flooded town. The man at the wheel had her headed for the upset rowboat.
“They’re going to pick us up!” cried Tony.
“But it will be too late,” said Larry.
“Maybe not, that’s a powerful craft, and maybe they’ll get you to shore ahead of that little skunk!” spoke Tony.