"Keep still, fellows," said Grant, waving his hand at the other
Go Ahead boys. "I'm just about to find out what the name of that
motor-boat that is beating us--"

" 'Beating' us nothing!" interrupted Fred. "Can't you see that
she isn't gaining a foot?"

"I can't even see her name yet," said Grant. "You had better slow
up a bit, Pygmy. That will give you a good excuse."

In response, Fred increased the power of the fast moving
motor-boat.

"I have it. I have it," called Grant exultantly a moment later.
"It is Varmint II."

"It is what?" demanded Fred quickly as he glanced behind him for
a moment.

"Varmint II, that's what it is," said Grant positively. "What do
you know about that?"

Fred was silent a moment before he replied. "Two years ago when I
was visiting at my grandfather's I saw the Varmint run away from
all the boats in the race. This must be a new one and if she's
swifter than the other one then there will be some race, let me
tell you. I'm going to try her out a little now."

In accordance with his words Fred changed the course which the