They knew well enough that Jack, in his hurry to grab the prize, had attempted a foolish and dangerous thing which had cost them the race.
"A great race, a great race," said Mr.Blake, as the boys, followed by the crowd, entered the club house, where the awards were to be distributed.

"You boys certainly covered yourselves with glory," he went on.
"Yes, and here is your reward.

I hope it will stimulate you to put up a fine defense for it next year," said Commodore Wingate, handing to the elated boys a fine engraved silver cup, the trophy of the Hampton Yacht Club.
"Get up and make a speech!" shouted some one.
The boys felt inclined to run for it.
"Go ahead! Make some sort of a talk," urged Rob, helping Tubby on to the platform from which the prizes had been handed out.
"Ladies and gentlemen," puffed the stout youth, "we want to thank you for your congratulations and thank the club for the fine cup.
Er--er--er--we thank you." And having made what was perhaps quite as good a speech as some of his elders', Tubby stepped down amid loud and prolonged cheering.
Up in the dressing room Jack and his cronies, changing into other, garments, heard the sounds of applause.
"It's high time something was done," said Bill, as he gazed from a window at several of the yacht club attendants bailing out the unlucky hydroplane.

"Those young beggars will be owning the town next.".