CONCLUSION
When the Black Growler slowly moved forward to take her position in the
line, the excited boys were aware that the shores of the nearby islands
were filled with interested spectators. Outside the limits of the race
there were scores of yachts and motor-boats, whose owners with their
guests had assembled to watch the exciting contest. Patrol boats were
noisily demanding that the line should be kept clear and were busily
speeding back and forth to see that their demands were strictly
enforced.
Before the boys had left Chestnut Island, Miss Susie Stevens and her
friend had arrived, the impulsive girl begging that she might be
permitted to be one of the company on board the Black Growler during
the race.
Her request, however, was denied. Only the four Go Ahead boys and Sam
were to be on board to manage the swift little craft.
When the boys advanced toward the starting place, they discovered,
after lots had been drawn for positions, that they were next to the
Varmint II, the latter boat having drawn number four, while its chief
rival was fifth in the line.
"Those fellows aren't so bad, after all," said George good-naturedly to
his companions when he saw the five men that were on board the rival
boat. "There we were suspecting them of all sorts of tricks and yet
nothing happened to the Black Growler. We had our troubles for our
pains."
"Huh!" interrupted Sam. "You aren't out of the woods yet. There's no
knowing what may happen before we turn the last stake."
"Sam," demanded Fred anxiously, "have you any reason to suspect
anything more?"
"Nothin' except that I know those fellows will not stop at anything to
win the race. They have a lot of money bet and they aren't goin' to
lose it if they can help it."
"Well, I shan't have any sympathy for them if they do lose their
money," spoke up Grant, "at least if they lose it by betting on their
boat. I don't believe in that thing myself. I don't want any money that
I haven't honestly earned."
"That's all right to talk," laughed John.
"It's all right to DO, too," asserted Grant positively. "I don't
believe there's anything that takes away the best part of a man as
surely as gambling. The gambler has no sympathy for any one, his heart
is dried up and to my mind he is about the worst specimen you can find
anywhere."
At that moment the conversation was interrupted by the firing of the
first gun. This was the signal for all the boats to prepare themselves
for the coming struggle. Several minutes would elapse before the race
began and the report was for the warning of the contestants.
The boys now were clad in bathing suits although every one wore a
sweater in addition. They were confident that they would speedily be
drenched and they were prepared for emergencies. If any accident befell
the boat and they were compelled to swim, they would not be hampered by
heavy clothing.
It had been agreed that there should not be a flying start. Every boat
was to rest on the line and turn on its power after the second signal
was given.
As Fred, who was at the wheel glanced along the line of the contestants
he counted ten other boats that had entered the race. The only one of
the number, however, which he feared was the graceful little
motor-boat, only a few yards distant from the place where the Black
Growler was resting.
There was no conversation on the boat. The faces of all the Go Ahead
boys were tense and drawn and apparently all were unaware of the noise
and the presence of the hundreds of interested spectators.
Sam, though he was silent, was not idle. Every minute he was either
looking into the machinery or rubbing it with the cloth which he
continually held.
"It's time for that gun," said Fred in a low voice.
Every one was watching the face of the little clock on board and as the
seconds slowly passed, the boys did not even glance at one another.
In spite of the fact that everything had been done in their power to
prepare the Black Growler for the race, the boys were fearful that
something had been omitted or overlooked in their preparations.
A silence so tense that it was almost possible to feel it had settled
over the region. Even the judges seemed to share in the excitement of
the spectators.
The long stillness was broken by the report of the gun.
Instantly every one of the boats on the line started forward.
The Varmint II, and the Black Growler, as we know, were close together
and it was speedily evident that the expectations of the assembly were
that the former was to be the winner of the race.
"What's the trouble? What's the matter?" demanded George excitedly as
the Varmint II was seen to be creeping steadily ahead of its rival.
"Never you mind," said Sam brusquely. "We aren't goin' to be left in
this race. If everything keeps up as it ought to and nothin' breaks
down, we'll be in ahead at the finish."
The race was far different from that in which the boys had engaged in
their track meets. In those contests endurance and a reserve of
strength were elements that counted almost as much for success as speed.
In the present race, however, there was no fear of exhaustion and if
the Black Growler only held to her course, the Go Ahead boys were
satisfied that they had little to fear.
When the Varmint II had gained a lead of about ten feet the distance
between the two boats remained stationary. Both now were moving
swiftly, the stern of each boat had settled low in the water and the
spray from the bow speedily drenched every one on board. All, however,
were unmindful of any thought of discomfort. Their eyes occasionally
were turned toward their rival, but in the main all were looking
straight ahead. The sound of the whistles of the yachts, many of which
now were slowly moving in a line parallel to that which the racers were
following, apparently indicated the delight of many that the Varmint II
was leading. Already it was manifest that the other contesting boats
had dropped back, as had been expected. The real race was between the
two rivals who now were ahead.
The first lap had been covered and the boats had made the first stake.
Here the skill of Sam manifested itself by the sharp turn which he told
Fred to make. The lead of ten feet had been decreased by at least a
yard. The relative positions of the two boats were maintained while
they both sped swiftly toward the next turn.
Taught by their rivals of the advantage a quick turn might bring, the
Varmint II here was sharply brought in and a shout of protest arose
from the Go Ahead boys when for a moment a collision appeared to be
unavoidable. The Black Growler yielded a little in her course, however,
and the danger was avoided, although the Varmint II by her trick
regained the yard which she had lost at the previous stake.
The boats now were speeding back toward the starting place. The entire
course covered eighteen and three-eighths miles and each boat was
supposed to cover the course three times.
When the racing motor-boats drew near the start a chorus of whistles
and cries were mingled in the salute which greeted them both.
The sounds to the Go Ahead boys seemed indistinct and far away. They
were all intent solely upon what the Varmint II might try to do when
the stake was turned.
This time, however, each boat held to its course and the danger of a
collision was avoided. Sharply and swiftly both boats made the turn and
then, with the Varmint II still leading by nearly ten feet, the second
course was begun.
Sam had taken his position directly behind Fred. He seldom spoke to the
excited boy, who was handling the wheel with marvelous skill.
"We can turn on more power," suggested Fred.
"We don't want any more now," replied Sam. "Just hold her as she is."
The wind was slightly stronger than it had been a few minutes before
and the spray dashed more frequently over the crews of both boats.
Somehow the two racing motor-boats had now drawn in so that they were
nearer each other by at least two yards than they had been at the start.
When still holding the same relative position the two swiftly moving
boats passed the Caledonia on which Fred's grandfather was the guest of
the Stevens', there were several prolonged blasts of the whistle and
numerous loud calls from Mr. Button as well as from Miss Susie for the
Black Growler to overtake her rival. The sounds, however, were all lost
upon the Go Ahead boys whose attention now was centered upon the boat
immediately in front of them.
Sam was complacent and apparently confident, but his feelings were not
shared by his young friends. To them it seemed as if their efforts to
cut down the distance by which the Varmint II was leading were vain.
The speed of the two boats apparently was equal. The bows alike flung
the water far from either side while the stern of each boat appeared to
be almost buried in the midst of the seething, boiling, rushing water.
Far behind them in a long line stretched out the other contestants.
There was slight interest in the race now except between the two
leading boats, one or the other of which seemed to be certain of the
prize.
Apparently the narrow escape from an accident when the turn had been
made in the preceding lap had made the crew of each boat more cautious.
At all events neither tried to cut in very far upon the other and even
on the home stretch in the second lap neither had gained any advantage
upon the other.
"It looks as if it was all up," exclaimed George dolefully.
"Never you mind," said Sam. "If we can hold them where they are I think
we can do a little better on the home stretch than they can."
"But they may be planning the same thing," protested Fred.
"You just give your attention to your wheel," said Sam. "I guess if you
attend to your share, the rest of us will try to look after ours."
On the third and last part of the course even the shrill whistles of
the yachts and the cries and cheers that greeted the ears of the Go
Ahead boys appeared to take on a sharper edge. The face of every boy
was set and drawn. That silver cup in the eyes of all four now appeared
to be the most valuable prize that life could offer.
Steadily and swiftly the two boats rounded the first point and then Sam
once more began to work. Just what he was doing was not apparent to his
companions, but after a few minutes George exclaimed excitedly, "We're
gaining on them! We're gaining as sure as you live!"
In a brief time the announcement of the excited boy was manifestly seen
to be correct. Slowly and yet steadily the lead of the Varmint II was
cut down. Less than six feet now intervened between the two boats.
The supreme moment apparently arrived when the last turn was made.
Before them was the home stretch. The last leg of the course was now to
be run and here the Black Growler must win if she was to win at all.
As the boat rounded the stake a shout of anger arose from all on board
the Black Growler when it was seen that their rival again was trying to
cut in upon the course.
"She wants to box us," muttered Sam. "She thinks if she can get right
in front of us that we'll have to take her breakers and that we'll not
be able to make up any of the distance."
Rising to his feet Sam seized the megaphone and called in his loudest
tones, "Don't you try that! We shall ram you if you do. Keep to your
own course and we'll keep to ours."
Whether it was Sam's demand or not will never be known, but the course
of the Varmint II veered slightly and almost before the boys were aware
of the change which had occurred they were side by side with their
rival.
As the two boats drew near the finish the excitement on board each
apparently was shared by the spectators. The calls and screams and
cries redoubled, while the blasts of the whistles were added to the
deafening noise. Swiftly and steadily and yet side by side the boats
swept forward. To the anxious boys it did not appear that there was any
distance between them. Do what they might the Go Ahead boys were unable
to increase the speed of their racing motor-boat, which now seemed to
be almost below the surface so low was it lying in the water.
The Caledonia meanwhile had moved closer to the line and the excitement
on her deck was keener than that on any other boat in the assembly. If
Fred's attention had not been so strongly centered upon his task he
might have seen his grandfather running back and forth near the rail,
his hat in one hand and his cane held midway in the other, shouting in
his loudest tones to his grandson to "put on more power and win that
race."
Miss Susie already had lost much of her ability to shout. Her voice
rose scarcely above a whisper.
Of all these things, however, the Go Ahead boys were ignorant when the
two boats swept across the line.
Even those who were on board were not able to say positively which had
won the cup.
"That is the worst finish I have ever seen in a race," said Fred to his
friends when the Black Growler in a wide semi-circle turned from the
course.
"I think it will be for the judges to say anyway," said George as he
wrung the water out of his dripping sweater.
"I fancy they will be the ones who will pick the winner," laughed
Grant. "I hope they'll not call it a draw and that we shall have to try
it all over again."
"I shan't mind very much if they do," said John.
"There's a call from the judges!" interrupted Fred, who had seldom
looked away from the judges' boat, which now they were again
approaching.
Suddenly a great hush fell over the assembly. Every one anxiously
looked toward the boat of the judges, striving to hear the announcement
which was about to be made through the megaphone.
"Hold me!" said Fred. "If the Varmint II wins I think I shall need
somebody to brace me up."
At that moment, however, the voice of the judge was heard and when he
announced that by a margin of only six inches the Black Growler had won
the cup, a shout went up from the crew of the little racing motor-boat
that was heard above the din that followed the award.
"That's worth while, Peewee!" declared George as he pounded his
diminutive friend upon his back.
"That's what it is!" joined in the other boys.
Meanwhile the victorious motor-boat had drawn alongside the Caledonia
and as Fred looked up to the enthusiastic people on the deck the only
voice to which he was listening was that of his grandfather.
"That was fine, young man!" shouted the old gentleman. "If you hadn't
won that race I think I should have cut you off in my will. I have got
a reward here for Sam, too, and you tell him not to leave before he has
seen me."
Sam who also had heard the statement made no response until Fred
eagerly turned to him and said, "You'll not leave, will you, Sam,
without seeing my grandfather?"
Sam smiled as he replied, "Probably not. I don't intend to leave this
boat anyway. She won out by six inches in this race but I'm tellin' you
this isn't the only race she'll have, and when she is racing I don't
intend to be very far away."
Other books in the series:
1. THE GO AHEAD BOYS ON SMUGGLERS' ISLAND
2. THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE TREASURE CAVE
3. THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE MYSTERIOUS OLD HOUSE
4. THE GO AHEAD BOYS IN THE ISLAND CAMP
5. THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE RACING MOTOR BOAT
End of Project Gutenberg's Go Ahead Boys and the Racing Motorboat, by Ross Kay