The
broad expanse of water when she left her dock at Cape Vincent
soon was broken by the sight of many islands, some of which were
miles in extent while others were tiny little spots, just lifted
above the surface of the water.
There was some anxiety on the part of John, that, unfamiliar as
they were with the channel, they might strike some hidden rock,
but Fred assured his friend that there was slight danger of that
in the daytime, as a careful watch was maintained and it was easy
for them to follow the course of boats that were in advance of
them.
"Look yonder!" said George, suddenly pointing as he spoke to a
yacht that was swiftly approaching from the Canadian side of the
river.
"Do you know what boat that is?" exclaimed John.
"We ought to know it," said Fred. "That's the Varmint II."
"She beat us down here by a good deal," suggested George, who was
keenly observing the graceful and swift little motor-boat that
was steadily approaching.
"I don't know about that," retorted Fred. "She may be just coming
now."
"Don't you believe it," retorted George. "She has been here a
long time and they're just out testing her on the river. Are you
going to try to race with her here?"
"I am not," retorted Fred promptly. "It will be time enough when
we see what she can do in the real race. That won't be for three
weeks yet.
Pages:
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114