[Then looking from one to the other—resentfully]
What’s the matter with you two? There’s a race going on, don’t you know it? And you sit like dead clams!
Darrell
[Placatingly]
I thought someone’d better stay out here and let you know when they get in sight.
Evans
[Relieved]
Oh, sure, that’s right! Here, take the glasses. You always had good eyes.
[Darrell gets up and takes the glasses and goes to the rail and begins adjusting them]
Darrell
Which crew was it you said Gordon feared the most?
Evans
[Has gone back to the cabin doorway]
Navy.
[Then proudly]
Oh, he’ll beat them! But it’ll be damn close. I’ll see if Madeline’s getting—
[He goes back in the cabin]
Darrell
[Looking up the river—with vindictive bitterness—thinking]
Come on, Navy! . . .
