“To-morrow’s. Marblehead to College Point. Saw you had a tender along, and thought maybe you were in it.”
“No; are you?” replied Nelson.
“Yes.” They seemed to lose interest in the Vagabond after that, and piled into their tender and rowed across to the hotel landing.
“Going for breakfast, I guess,” mused Bob. “What race are they talking about, Nel?”
“I don’t know for sure, but seems to me I read something in the paper about a race for cruising launches from Marblehead to New York.”
“College Point, he said,” observed Tom.
“That’s near New York, on the Sound,” said Dan. “Let’s go into it!”
“We couldn’t now,” said Nelson. “It’s probably too late. Besides, it wouldn’t do for us to try it; it would be pretty risky.”
“I don’t see why,” spoke up Tom eagerly. “That boat isn’t any bigger than the Vagabond; at least, not much!”
“Hello!” said Bob. “Tommy must have got over his nervousness!”