“Do you think I am going to be left out of this?” returned the colonel.  “Not for a minute!”

Following the colonel’s directions, the boys went down to the landing where they found the Scout, a 25-foot cat-boat, moored.  Jumping on board they made ready to cast her loose, took the stops off the sail and had it partly hoisted when the colonel came along bringing with him a gun.

“Are you going to shoot them?” asked Pepper.

“I hope not,” replied the colonel, “but it is just as well to be prepared for all emergencies.  You are first-rate sailors,” he added, stepping on board.  “Cast her off and up with the sail.”

“How is that?” called Rand.

“A little more on the peak; that’s it, now pull it home and make fast.”

During this time the boat had drifted away from the landing and now, as the wind filled the sail she glided out into the river, running free.

“See anything of them?” asked the colonel.

“Not yet,” answered Rand, who was in the bow looking up the river.

“’Tis my opinion,” said Donald, “that we’ll be no likely to find them.”  “There they are!” cried Jack.

“Where away?” asked the colonel.

“Over there by the other shore,” replied Jack.  “You can just see them.”

“They have such a long start,” doubted Rand, “that we will never catch them.”

“You can’t most always tell until you try,” observed Jack.

“And sometimes not then,” added Pepper.

With the wind on her quarter the Scout sped up the river on a course that would bring her near to the opposite shore, a little in front of the boat they were pursuing, the occupants of which, evidently having no thought of pursuit, were rowing in a leisurely fashion.  It was not until the Scout was almost upon them that they gave it any attention, and then only enough to change their course sufficiently to keep out of her way.

“Boat, ahoy!” finally shouted the colonel.

To this hail those in the small boat made no answer, but apparently realizing that the Scout was pursuing them, changed their course to run directly to the shore.

“In with the sheet!” called the colonel, quickly bringing the Scout around; “there, that will do!” as Rand and Donald hauled in the sail until it was trimmed in as close as it would hold the wind, the boat laying over until her gunwale was under water.  Holding her up in the wind until the peaks shivered, the colonel kept her on that course until she had run some hundred feet beyond the other boat.

“Look out, boys!” called the colonel; “we are going about,” at the same time bringing the boat up in the wind, and then, as the sail filled again, heading for the other boat.

But the man in the small boat was as wary as the colonel, and as the Scout came about he changed his course at nearly right angles, and then as the sailboat went by, resumed his former course.