"We'll weather it," said Matt lightly, "no matter what shape it takes. It's a cinch that Merton hasn't been able to find out a thing about what we've been doing. That roll of drawings is all he has to base an opinion on, and the Sprite is as different from those plans as you can well imagine. We've fooled Merton to the queen's taste."
"And probably he thinks he has fooled us," smiled Lorry.
"Have you been able to discover anything about the Dart?"
"Not a thing. The Winnequas are guarding her as though she was a lump of gold. But there are hair-raising tales, all over town, of the tremendous speed a new boat on Third Lake is showing."
"The Wyandotte hasn't been kicking up the water around the point for a couple of days now."
"I guess Merton thinks we're so busy here we won't pay any attention to her. Ever since he stopped sending the Wyandotte to Fourth Lake he has been speeding the Dart in the evening on Third."
"Well, Merton's consistent, anyhow, no matter what else you can say about him."
"I've got orders from dad and sis to take you over to Yankee Hill to spend to-night and Sunday," said Lorry, after a slight pause. "Will you go?"
"Sorry, old chap, but I can't," Matt answered regretfully. "I'm going to be Johnny-on-the-spot right here in this boathouse till the Sprite leaves to enter the race. I'm not taking any chances with her."
"But can't McGlory and Ping look after the boat?"