RED STREAK. Andy was sending the craft toward him at a fast rate.

"You needn't think you're the only one on this lake who has a
gasoline boat!" called Andy boastfully. "This is my new one and
the fastest thing afloat around here. I can go all around you.
Do you want to race?"

It was a "dare," and Tom never took such things when he could
reasonably enter a contest. He swung his boat around so as to
shoot alongside of Andy and answered:

"Yes, I'll race you. Where to?"

"Down opposite Kolb's dock and back to this point," was the
answer. "I'll give you a start, as my engine has three cylinders.
This is a racing boat."

"I don't need any start," declared Tom. "I'll race you on even
terms. Go ahead!"

Both lads adjusted their timers to get more speed. The water
began to curl away from the sharp prows, the motors exploded
faster and faster. The race was on between the ARROW and the RED
STREAK.


CHAPTER VIII

OFF ON A TRIP