“Then they’ll beat us ashore!” yelled Peter.
“I shouldn’t wonder if they did,” was Jim’s cool reply. “I’m doing my best, but I can’t beat the Porpoise. She’s the fastest boat around here.”
Peter’s craft was now about three hundred feet from the shore. There was a big crowd waiting to see the outcome of the affair.
“ROW! ROW! THEY ARE GOING TO RUN US DOWN”
From Office Boy to Reporter
On came the Porpoise, going like a race horse. Larry stood behind Tony, who grasped the spokes of the steering wheel with a firm grip, and kept the craft in a straight course.
“Will we beat ’em?” asked Larry in a strained voice.