"We can't tack with the sail up—not in this yacht; but we can let it down and turn her round with the oars." They did that very thing, and in five minutes more the Hail Columbia was pointing her Admiral toward the north shore of the Harlem again.
The slim man managed to get back into his "shell," but he had lost his race with the big-armed man.
"Bo's'n," remarked the Commodore, as they sailed along, "you needn't run us into the mud."
"I guess not," said Bob Fogg; "but if I can steer her close enough to land, I'm going up as far as the bridge."
It was a grand cruise, and it lasted a long time; but when the Hail Columbia once more ran into the little cove, there was General George Washington ready to say,
"Look a-heah, boys, I didn't say you mought cross de 'Lantic Ocean. I wants dat yot to go for some bass."