submarines. I know that, from the reports I've had. Plainly, the
Pollard boats are the only craft he feels much afraid of."

"He'll be more than afraid, to-night," vaunted Jack Benson, proudly.
"More than afraid, sir. When the figures of to-day's distance speed
course are in John C. Rhinds will be frozen cold!"

"If we have to turn on gasoline and run the engines so hot we blow the
whole deck off!" confirmed Hal Hastings, explosively.

"If I should be inclined to forget to-day," growled Eph Somers, "I have
a pain in my head, from a crack I received last night, that will put me
in mind of the whole outrage, and keep me strictly on the job of
vengeance!"

"I guess you youngsters have the winning fire all right, for to-day,"
smiled Jacob Farnum, grimly.

"Are you going to enter both boats in to-day's race?" asked Jack, more
thoughtfully.

"We can't," replied the shipbuilder. "Captain Magowan told me, last
night, that, since the Rhinds people and ourselves are the only makers
who have more than one boat here, today's race will be confined to one
craft representative of each make. So, which boat do you prefer to take
out to-day, Jack?"

"It doesn't make a bit of difference which one," returned young Captain
Benson. "Between the 'Hastings' and the 'Benson' there isn't a hair's
breadth to choose. But with either boat, sir, I believe that, to-day, we