"
"They must have traveled fast," laughed John.
"They didn't delay any, let me tell you," said Sam, shaking his
head. "And they had good reason to hurry up."
"Was anything wrong with the boat?" asked Fred.
"I haven't found out yet. I don't think they had time to do much
harm."
"What makes you think they wanted to harm the boat anyway?" asked
Grant.
"Huh," said Sam, turning abruptly upon the speaker. "What else
could they want here?"
"I don't know that they would want anything," said Grant quietly.
"When you have made up your mind that somebody is trying to put
the Black Growler out of business it is easy for you to believe
that everything is working for that one thing."
"You don't know as much as you might," said Sam tartly.
"By which you mean?" inquired Grant.
"By which I mean just this," responded Sam warmly. "The people
that own the Varmint II are a tough crowd. They are some young
fellows that have got more money than they have sense."
"More dollars than cents, you mean, don't you?" interrupted
George.
"That's what I said," retorted Sam. "They are betting all sorts
of money on their boat. From what I heard over at the Bay they
have staked more money than you would believe on their boat
winning the race."
"Who told you about it?" inquired Fred.
"Never you mind that," said Sam. "I know and that's enough.
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