Sam Hodge meanwhile had been busily engaged in his inspection of
the machinery of the Black Growler. When his task was completed
he did not make any remarks, but his face apparently beamed with
satisfaction.
"Sam," said Fred, "what do you think our chances are against that
Varmint II?"
" 'Gainst the which?" demanded Sam.
"That motor-boat that we were racing."
"I think it will depend somewhat on how fast we go," said Sam.
"What a wise man you are," laughed Fred. "I might have thought of
that myself if I had tried hard. Do you think we can beat that
boat? That's what I want to know."
"I think we can if we go faster than she does," replied Sam.
"Well, can we make her go faster?"
"You can if the speed is in her."
"Well, do you think the speed is in her?"
"I can't say just yet," said Sam, who was not to be moved from
his cautious position. "Here come your friends," he added as the
boys and girls were seen approaching the dock.
Mr. Button grumbled over the delay which had been caused by the
failure of the young people to return, but as no one except Fred
understood just what he was saying slight attention was paid him.
Meanwhile at Sam's command the engine was started, and the Black
Growler, free from the dock once more, soon was noisily and
speedily making her way down the mighty river.
"Why didn't you beat that other boat?" demanded Miss Susie of
Fred.
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