Mebbe, if the breeze freshens, as I believe it will.

Anyhow, I'm going to give him a race for his money.

Good-bye! Good luck, and I hope we'll meet again before long." So saying Captain Bland, taking the steersman with him, stepped into a dory that had come alongside and was rowed towards his own schooner.
He had hardly gained her deck before she set main and jib topsails and a big main staysail.

Our lads also sprang to their own sails, and spread to the freshening breeze every stitch of canvas that the "Sea Bee" possessed.

When they next found time to look at the "Ruth," White uttered an exclamation of astonishment, for she had already gained a good half mile on them and was moving with the speed of a steam yacht.
"There's no chance of the Yankee being caught," he said enviously, "but there's a mighty big one that we will." Although the "Sea Bee" was holding a course in the wake of the "Ruth," and was heeled handsomely over before the same freshening breeze, she was not doing so well by a half, and it was evident that in a long run the launch must overtake her.
"She is certainly gaining on us," said Cabot, after a long look, and he had hardly spoken before a second shot from the launch plumped a ball into the water abreast of the little schooner and not two rods away.
White, who was at the tiller, glanced nervously backward.