“Looks as though we were,” said Bob with a smile. “There’s the Sue ahead there. She’s going along in great shape, isn’t she? If she wasn’t so small, I’d be willing to bet she’d win out.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised,” answered Nelson. “She’s got a whole lot of handicap allowance to help. And even if she is small, she’s certainly keeping her end up with some of the others. How about that dinner you were going to cook, Tommy?”
“Just wait till we pass the next one,” begged Tom excitedly. “I love to see the way the fellows look at us when we go by.”
“They’re probably wondering what we’re butting in for,” said Nelson laughingly. “I’d rather like to know myself!”
“Just to show them what a real boat looks like,” suggested Bob. “Could we keep up this pace all the way?”
Nelson shook his head.
“Maybe, but I wouldn’t like to try. We’d probably overheat something, and get in a fix. No; if we were going clear through with the bunch, I’d stop her down to about eight or nine miles and see what would happen.”
“Let’s do it!” cried Dan.
The others looked expectantly at Nelson. He shook his head again.
“It wouldn’t be safe, fellows,” he answered. “It’s all right now, but we might meet a whole lot of nasty water outside the Cape.”