She was perfectly flat-bottomed, her underside being deeply notched at frequent intervals.

On the edge of those notches she was supposed to glide over the water when driven at top speed.
"She certainly looks like a winner," commented Rob, as he gazed at her clean, slender lines and sharp bow.
"She's got wonderful speed," Tom Jennings confided.

"We tried her out the other night when no one was around.

But I don't think that in rough water she'll be much good." "No, I'd prefer the Flying Fish for the waters hereabouts," agreed Rob, "it's liable to come on rough in a hurry and then a chap who was out in a dry-goods box, like that thing, would be in trouble." "What are you calling a dry-goods box ?" demanded an indignant voice behind them, and turning, the lads saw Sam Redding with a menacing look on his face.

A little way behind him stood Bill Bender and Jack Curtiss.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, Sam," said Rob.