clouds, the light touching lightly upon the uniformed one.

Jacob Farnum started as though he had been shot. There was a great bound
at his heart.

"Jack Benson!" he throbbed. "By the Great Shark, are my eyes playing me
a hideous prank?"




CHAPTER X

A RACE FOR MIXED PRIZES


As the moon's ray vanished behind a cloud Jacob Farnum was breathing
hard.

Nor was it any wonder that the boatbuilder felt staggered with
astonishment. He had grown to trust Captain Jack Benson to the utmost.
Now, to find him faithless came like a heavy blow on the head.

To this man's ears came Don's low but clear cut tones:

"You'll keep your eyes open, won't you, Benson, and bring us all the
points you can? Anything that you think will be useful to us?"

The boy in uniform nodded. Though the boatbuilder could not see the
uniformed one's face very well, he observed that nod, as did also