"I can think of a dozen tricks
they might play, any one of which might throw us out of the
race."
Grant's words proved to be more prophetic than he had dreamed.
That very afternoon after the boys had taken their daily run over
a part of the triangular course where the great race was to be
held, an event occurred which confirmed his statement and added
strength to Sam's warning.
The Black Growler already had finished her course and under low
speed was moving with the current on her way back to the island
where she belonged.
Suddenly and without any warning whistle, a swift little boat
dashed out from behind one of the small islands which the Black
Growler chanced to be passing at the time and almost before the
boys were aware of what was occurring there was a collision.
"Look out! Look out there!" shouted Fred, who was steering, in
his loudest tones. At the same time he did his utmost to change
the course of the motor-boat. His words of warning, however, were
either unheard or unheeded. There was a sharp collision, for the
smaller boat was moving swiftly. This was followed by the sound
of a grinding crash. In dismay the Go Ahead boys ran to the side
of their boat and speedily discovered that the metal bow of the
little boat before them had cut a long gash which extended below
the water's edge. Indeed, it was only by an effort that the other
boat was freed.
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