"I thought this was the fastest of Redwood's boats."
"So she be," was the answer; "but the Curlew's overhauling her this time."
"What's the matter?"
"The other feller's the best sailor, that's what's the matter. I don't know who he is, but he's a skipper from away back."
For some minutes Deever kept silent. From time to time he glanced astern.
There was no doubt about it; the Curlew was gaining.
"Can you get any more speed out of her?" he said at last, in desperation.
"Reckon I kin," said the tar. "Shall I take her?"
"Yes, and if you outrun them I'll give you a hundred dollars."
"All right."