A launch from the club will get them." Indeed, as he spoke a launch was seen putting off to the rescue.

The accident had been witnessed from the club, and as the water was warm, the boys were satisfied that no harm would come to the three from their immersion.
But the delay almost proved fatal to the Flying Fish's chance of winning.

Close behind her now came creeping up the speedy Albacore.
But a few hundred feet before the finish the Flying Fish darted ahead once more, and shook off her opponent amid a great roar of yells and whoops and cheers.

An instant later she shot across the line--a winner.
"Bang!" went the gun, in token that the race was finished.
"I congratulate you," said Commodore Wingate, as the boys brought their craft up to the float.

"It was a well-fought race." And now came the captains of the Albacore, Snark and Bonita.
"You won the race fairly and squarely," said the former, shaking Rob's hand.