“It’s easy,” exclaimed George confidently, as they slid past the stake and settled back for the long reach to the next mark.
“Don’t talk like that, Pop,” urged John earnestly. “Don’t ever boast or get overconfident; you’re sure to regret it if you do.”
“Knock on wood, Pop,” laughed Fred. “That’ll take away all the bad effects.”
The four friends were in excellent spirits, for they enjoyed a comfortable lead which seemed to be steadily increasing.
“There they come around the stake now,” exclaimed Grant, gazing behind them. “They gave it a little more room than we did.”
“And consequently sailed a little bit farther than necessary,” added Fred. “A few feet doesn’t seem very much at the time but in the long run it amounts to a good deal.”
“On the other hand,” said John, “if you cut too close to the stake you’re apt to foul it and then you’re disqualified.”
“The answer to that is easy enough,” laughed Fred. “Don’t hit it.”
“You fellows take more chances than I would,” said John doubtfully. “I believe in playing safe.”
Steadily the Balsam drew away from her rival. The wind was strong now and the lake was dotted with white-caps.