There seemed to be but a single sail,
which told them that a small boat was carrying it. Then, again, the
sail looked so white that they decided it must either be their boat or
a private yacht cruising down the coast.
"It does look more like a yacht than the 'tub' that Mr. McCarthy
described," said the Chief Guardian. "If this is the 'Sister Sue' she
is a very trim little craft."
The beach was lined with Camp Girls eagerly watching the approaching
sailboat, which was coming on at what seemed to them to be an
aggravatingly slow rate of speed.
"What he needs is an engine," declared Jane. "Now, if he had that
motor that's doubled up under the car we ran into the ditch, he could
make some time."
"That boat is sailing much faster than you think," answered Harriet.
"You will see when it gets opposite us how fast it is moving. It is
moving so fast that I can't make myself believe it is our boat."
"I gueth we'll wait till it getth here," decided Tommy, which voiced
the feelings of all. As the sailboat drew down into plain view,
exclamations of admiration were heard on all sides. For a
single-masted boat she carried a great spread of white canvas and two
jibs, each of which was full of wind, pulling powerfully.
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