"How do you know she isn't, Dory Dornwood?" demanded Corny, who was rather indignant when the skipper made another prediction.
"I think I understand her little game," answered Dory mildly; for he felt that he could afford to disregard the sharp tones of Corny.
"Where is she going?" asked Corny, wishing to make the skipper commit himself fully.
"She is going to the eastward," replied Dory without any hesitation; for it was all a plain case to him.
"How do you know she is, Dory?" demanded Corny. "She is still turning; and she isn't headed any way yet."
"I think it is easy enough to see what she is about, Corny. Can't you see it with your eyes shut?"
"No: I'm sure I can't; and I don't believe you can, Dory Dornwood," added Corny.
"She is now just as far west of Champion Rock as we are south of it. She is going to the eastward, so as to cut us off if we try to reach the ledges again. I think she has got her course now."
It was plain enough to all the members of the Goldwing Club, that, as they could see the whole of the starboard side of the Missisquoi, she was headed to the eastward. Corny gave it up when he saw that he could hold out no longer. From the smoke that poured out of the smoke-stack of the little steamer, it was plain that she was crowded to her best speed.
"She is in a hurry now," said the skipper, laughing.