With his companions lying flat or doubled up and screaming so that the woods along shore echoed with their insane mirth, our hero stood amid the chaos, shouting to the racers at the top of his voice.
They were almost abreast of him now, and laughing themselves, for the race had become a farce.
"Come on! Keep it up!" he shouted.

"You can go around it while it's sailing just as good as if it were standing still! The race kind of stretches out like an elastic--it's an extensible race.

Keep it up! Keep it up!" "Don't," moaned Townsend from his place on the ground.

"This is too much----" "It isn't enough!" Pee-wee shouted.

"The race is better because it's longer--it stretches out--it's an extensible race--I invented it----" "What on earth is the cause of it ?" laughed one of the girls.
"Extra--extra--ex--ex--ex--extra high tide caused by the r--r--rain," shrieked Townsend, hardly able to get the words out.