He was still intently watching the craft ahead.
"It is just as well for him," the captain went on.

"He will be in the race directly." Bertha was still watching Carthew's face.

Cheerful as his tones were, there was an expression of anxiety in it.

Three minutes later, he gave an exclamation as of relief, and a shout rose from the men forward.
Following the direction of his eyes, she saw the bowsprit of the Osprey swing to leeward, and a moment later her topmast fall over her side.
"What did I tell you ?" Carthew said, exultingly.

"A race is never lost till it is won." "Oh! I am sorry," Bertha said.