Jerry squinted back at Jones’s boat. “I think you’re right,” he said. “It looks as if he’s changed his sail trim some way. I wonder what he’s got up his sleeve this time?”
“Do you think he’s found our spinnaker?” Sandy asked.
As if in answer, the white shape behind them altered once more. A new piece was added to it—a long, flapping shape. As they watched, fascinated and fearful, but unable to do a thing, the long white triangle billowed out, changed into a full, taut shape and lifted high above the deck of Jones’s boat.
“So that’s a spinnaker,” Sandy said.
“It sure is,” Jerry answered grimly. “Take a good look at it, because it may turn out to be the last one we’ll ever see!”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Turn and Turn Again
As Jones’s spinnaker filled and lofted, a fresh breeze came up from astern, tugged at the rigging, tightened the sails and sent the boys’ sloop ahead at a sharper pace.
“Feel the breeze!” Sandy said. “Maybe that’ll help us out of trouble!”
“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Jerry replied. “The same breeze is helping Jones, and he’s got an awful big sail up to catch it!”
“Even so, Jerry,” Sandy objected, “I seem to remember you saying something that ought to give us a chance now....”