"You have it! You have it!" Willie shouted, rubbing his hands together and smiling broadly. "It's all them things I'm up against."
"I believe the trick might be turned, though," replied young Morton, rising from the nail keg on which he was sitting and striding about the narrow room. "It's a pretty problem and one it would be rather good fun to work out."
"I'd need to rig up a model to experiment with, I s'pose," reflected Willie.
"Oh, we could fix that easily enough," Bob cried with rising enthusiasm.
"We?"
"Sure! I'll help you."
The announcement did not altogether reassure the inventor, and Bob laughed at the dubious expression of his face.
"Of course I'm only a dry-land sailor," he went on to explain good-humoredly, "and I do not begin to have had the experience with boats that you have. I did, however, study about them some at Tech and perhaps—"
"Study about 'em!" repeated Willie, unable wholly to conceal his scepticism and scorn.
Again the younger man laughed.