Go Ahead Boys and the Racing Motorboat by Ross Kay
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added excitedly as the yacht in the distance pitched visibly in
the rough water. "Of course we are," said John, "only worse. A little boat like the Black Growler is not worth much more than an egg shell." "Still I think I would rather be in the Black Growler," laughed George. The spray continued to dash over the motor-boat and the little craft was roughly tossed by the passing waves. Fred twice had rolled from his position on the cushions and fallen upon the floor. The assistance of his friends had been required to restore him to his former position. His ghastly appearance by this time had aroused the sympathies of his companions and besides they were all three anxious for the safety of the boat as well as of themselves. The sun was still shining brightly and there was life in the air as it swept across the great mass of fresh water. Steadily the Black Growler had been moving before the wind, which was blowing directly from the lake. As a result they were able to see more distinctly the outlines of the shore before them, which now was not more than two miles distant. A few minutes had elapsed when George said excitedly, "Do you see what boat that is?" His companions did not reply for a brief time and then Grant said quietly, "It's the Caledonia." |
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