"I do not see anything wicked in that," laughed Bessie.
"Nor I; but it is wicked that I did not know of it before. I am sure The Starry Flag will beat anything of her size this side of New York; and I am provoked to think I did not know of this race sooner, for a silver pitcher would be a very handsome ornament for our cabin."
"Is it too late now?" asked Mr. Watson.
"The race comes off at eleven, to-morrow forenoon, and five yachts have already entered," answered Levi, glancing at the paper again.
"Well, haven't you time to sail down there before the race?"
"If we sail to-night we have time enough. We can get there in ten hours with a good breeze; with a stiff one, in six," replied Levi, beginning to be excited.
"How is the wind now?"
"About west—a six-knot breeze."
"Let us start at once, then. I had as lief sleep on board the yacht as on shore," said Mr. Watson.
"O, do go!" exclaimed Bessie.