of Frank's crew to beat out the others that he wants Columbia to be just hanging on the flank of Clifford most of the way down."
Ralph said this bravely enough, but all the same deep down in his faithful heart he felt as though a cold hand had fallen. Could it be possible that something had befallen Columbia again, and that they were being left far in the lurch by their lusty young rivals.
"How far do you suppose Clifford is in the lead?"
"Will Frank be able to make it up if he leaves it to the last half mile?"
"Can't you find out just how they stand, please?"
Bombarded by such questions Ralph was at his wits ends how to reply.
"That's where the signal relay stations along the course show a weak place. They have no means of telling anything except which boat leads. But we won't have long to wait now, because they're coming flying down-stream like the wind. Listen, girls!"
"Oh! what is it? I hear cheering up there; it sounds like thunder?" cried Helen wringing her hands in excitement, and actually jumping up and down.
"I can't tell, except that the people seem to be some excited up yonder."
"And you said as much as that most of them were from Clifford. That would mean they have a reason
