“That’s what I’ll do,” answered Dick, tightening the straps of his skates. “Come along!”
“Are you crazy? Want me to freeze myself?”
“Freeze nothing! It’ll warm you up. Come on; it won’t take but a minute or two.” Roy hesitated. Then:
“All right,” he consented, “I’ll go you. Only it isn’t likely that the boat’s going to stay there and wait for us.”
“Bet you I can catch her if she doesn’t have too big a start,” said Dick.
“Oh, sure!” scoffed Roy. “She only makes about thirty miles an hour!”
“Get out!”
“That’s right, though,” answered Roy. “They say some of them can do pretty near a mile a minute in a good wind. I don’t know about that one there, though; don’t think I ever saw her before; she’s got a red hull, hasn’t she?”
“Yes, if you call that thing a hull,” replied Dick. “Are there any more around here?”