"
"Isn't it rather risky for midshipmen to have control of the boat,
then, with no older man along?" asked Mrs. Meade.
"It ought not to be," Dave replied. "Midshipmen of the upper
classes are expected to be familiar with the handling of sailboats."
"Those fellows are getting careless, at any rate," muttered Dan
Dalzell. "Look at the way that sail is behaving. Those fellows
are paying too much attention to the girls and too little heed
to the handling of the craft!"
Even as Dalzell spoke the helm was jammed over and the boat started
to come about.
"Confound Lambert! He ought to ease off his sheet a good bit,"
snapped Midshipman Dalzell.
"Helmsman, point our boat so as to pass under the other craft's
stern," spoke Darrin so quietly that only Dan and Belle overheard
him.
"Aye, aye, sir," murmured the helmsman, in a very low voice.
Dave signaled the engineman silently to increase the speed.
"There the boat goes, the sail caught by a cross current of air!"
called Midshipman Dalzell almost furiously.
The girls aboard the sailboat now cried out in alarm as they felt
the extreme list of the boat under them. All too late Midshipman
Gray Sprang for the sheet to ease it off.
Too late! In another moment the sailboat had capsized, the mast
nearly snapping in the blow over.
"Make haste---do!" cried Mrs. Meade, rising in the steamer.
But the steamer was already under increased headway, and the helmsman
had to make but a slight turn to bear down directly to the scene
of the disaster.
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