He waved to Tubby to go further astern and keep the rear part of the boat well down when they made the sharp turn at the red buoy.
In an incredibly short time, it seemed, the turning buoy faced them.
Rob set his wheel over and spun the Flying Fish through the rougher water at the mouth of the inlet at as sharp an angle as he dared.

In a few seconds more they had passed the Snark and the Bonita, which were racing bow and bow.

The crew of the Flying Fish, though, knew that both boats had a time allowance over them, so that the mere passing didn't mean much, unless they could increase the lead.
Faster and faster the boy's craft forged ahead.

A thrill shot through Rob's frame.

The Flying Fish was showing what she was made of.
But as he turned his head swiftly he saw that the hydroplane had rounded the stake and was coming down the straight stretch of water like an express train.