As Rob had said, it did indeed behoove her occupants to look out for spray.

The sparkling spume came flying back in sheets as she cut through the waves, but the boys didn't mind that any more than did their weather-beaten companion.

As for Skipper, he barked aloud in sheer joy as the Flying Fish slid along as if she were trying to live up to her name to her utmost ability.
"This is a good little sea boat," remarked the captain, as they plunged onward.

"She's as seaworthy as she is speedy, I guess." "She'll stand a lot of knocking about, and that's a fact," agreed Rob.
"Well," remarked the old man, gazing about him, "it's a good thing that she is, fer, if I'm not mistaken--and I'm not often off as regards the weather--we are goin' ter have quite a little blow before yer boys get back home." "A storm ?" asked Tubby, somewhat alarmed.
"Oh, no; not what yer might call a storm," laughed the captain; "but just what we used to term a 'capful uv wind.'" "Well, so long as it isn't a really bad blow, it won't trouble the Flying Fish," Rob assured him.
"Hullo!" exclaimed the old man suddenly.

"What queer kind uv craft is that ?" He pointed back to the mouth of the now distant inlet, from which a curious-looking black craft was emerging at what seemed to be great speed.
"It's that hydroplane of Sam Redding's, for a bet!" cried Rob.