The drag was found in time." "Get your canoe out, Hartwell," ordered Mr.Tyndall.

"This time, when we launch them, we'll make sure that both craft are in good order." When the "Pathfinder" was hauled up on the float she was found to be free from any evidences of trickery.
"Now, launch, and we'll watch each canoe until it puts off," announced Mr.Tyndall.

"Captain Prescott, will ten minutes be enough for you before the sounding of the first gun ?" "Yes, sir." "I'd rather you gave Gridley plenty of time, sir," urged Bob Hartwell.
"If we can't win from Gridley High School fairly, we don't want to win at all." "First gun, then, at three-twenty-eight," called Mr.Tyndall.
"Second gun at three-thirty." Slowly the "Pathfinder" followed the "Scalp-hunter" out into midlake.
"How does your craft go now, Gridley ?" hailed the big chief from Preston.
"She goes like a canoe now," Dick called back joyously.
Then he set his chums to easy paddling.

All six of Dick & Co.
felt a thrill of joy at realizing the difference in the canoe's behavior.
"We'll win, all right," predicted Prescott joyously.
"If we don't, we'll make motions that look like putting up a hard fight, anyway," Tom answered him.
"I wish I had my foot on the neck of the cur that rigged the drag!" muttered Darrin vindictively.
"I don't," Dick answered quietly.

"The fellow who rigged the drag probably wasn't the same fellow who planned the scheme." "I'm going to provoke a fight with a certain party, one of these days, anyway," threatened Dave, his brow dark with anger.
"Forget it now," Dick urged.