“He was the north wind,” said Chub. “He’s in mythology, you know.”
“I like it,” Roy declared. “It sounds sort of blustery and cold and—and—”
“Boreas it is!” said Dick with decision. Chub leaped up and seized Harry’s hand and shook it enthusiastically.
“I congratulate you,” he said earnestly. “You have won the prize and won’t have to risk your life on the boat!”
“But it’s a good name, isn’t it, Dick?” Harry asked eagerly.
“Fine,” Dick replied. “I had a feeling all along that you would be the one to find a name for us.”
“Well, what do you think of that?” asked Chub indignantly. “I could have suggested Boreas long ago, only I wanted to give Harry a chance to save her life.”
“Now we’ve got a name,” said Roy, “all that remains is to get the boat. I wish it was next Saturday now, Dick.”
“So do I,” Chub chimed in. “Three cheers for the Boreas!”