“I know that already,” laughed George. “I’m afraid we’re going to get a good beating in that race.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Fred objected. “They might run on a rock or something.”
“That’s our best chance all right,” said George. “I have an idea that those fellows are all awfully good sailors.”
“I hope we have some wind,” said Grant hopefully. “We’ll never finish the race unless we have a pretty stiff breeze. Personally I think the course is too long.”
“Twice around the lake,” said John. “That’s not so far.”
“It’s pretty far,” insisted Grant. “Wait until you see the buoys out and then you’ll realize it.”
“Who’s going to put them out?”
“The red team,” laughed Grant.
“They’re doing most of the work, aren’t they?” inquired Fred.
“Well, they wanted to; naturally I didn’t object.”