"It would take a smarter chap than I am to tell you, Tom."
"And we're just racing along, too."
"Going like sixty—that's a fact."
"Jim, you're a reckless skipper," said Howard Fenton. "It's a good thing you know more than we do about the lake."
The light revealed an anxious expression upon Havens' face, but he held the tiller with a firm grip and remained perfectly cool.
"Here, Sam, take hold of this bucket for a moment and bail!" cried Dick Travers. "Whew! we owe Sanders and Dugan something for this;" and, as he was relieved, Dick groped his way forward.
The violent motion began to have its effect upon Tom Clifton. "I feel awful funny, fellows," he gasped. "Christopher, I do!"
"I say, Havens," yelled Bob, "we must be getting pretty well in, now. Hadn't you better come about on another tack?"
"Wouldn't be surprised. The wind has shifted two or three times and there's no telling which way we may be headed." The skipper smiled grimly. "The rain is letting up a bit," he added. "Look out for the lights ahead and keep on bailing."
"Feeling better now, Tommy?" asked Dave Brandon. "You'll be——"