"I don't suppose we can get ashore," murmured young Hastings, gazing
wistfully at the city beyond.
"No," muttered Jack, shaking his head. "We're short-handed as it is,
and we've got to be on hand to watch these boats. There are too many
of the enemy about, in the shape of rival builders and their employees,
and among them there may be some mean tricksters who'd do anything in
their power to put the Pollard boats out of the running in the tests
to come. No; I reckon we won't see much of the shore, except from
our decks, though it is mighty cramped and confining on one of these
small craft."
Hal took a couple of turns up and down the deck. No one, until he has
tried it, can realize how cramped such small craft are when one has to
remain any length of time aboard.
Suddenly Hal paused, pointing landward.
"Great Scott!" he gasped. "Look who's here!"
A roomy whaleboat was approaching them. In it, as passengers, sat
Grant Andrews, foreman, and five workmen from the home yard.
"What can have happened?" wondered Captain Jack, as he and his chum
waved their hands in greeting; then stood staring.
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