CHAPTER XXI
THE SUMMONS IN THE NIGHT
On each of the three days that followed, the Black Growler was sent over a part of the course which had been mapped out for the race. The speed of the marvelous little motor-boat apparently was satisfactory to all concerned, except Sam. He growled and protested that there was something wrong with the boat and declared that unless they kept a careful watch, other things that would be still worse might occur.
On several occasions an impromptu race was had with the Varmint II. It was plain to the occupants of each boat that their rival was dangerous. Fred became more anxious with the passing days, sometimes being low spirited and declaring that there was no hope for the Black Growler.
He was easily routed out of his despondency, however, for it has been well said that it is not difficult for men to believe the things which they wish to believe.
"We'll be all right," said George confidently. "There wouldn't be any fun in a race if the other boat did not have some speed in her. But you just wait, Fred, and we'll show that Varmint II a clean pair of heels."
"I hope so," said Fred, his courage quickly rising again.
"By the way, Fred," said John, "you never told us any more about that man who came for the bond."
"I haven't any more to tell," said Fred quietly.
"Now look here, Peewee," spoke up Grant. "That bond wasn't yours. It belonged to the Go Ahead boys. I don't see why you assume all the rights of ownership."