“All right,” responded Ralph Stetson from his position at the steering wheel of the swift motor boat the _River Swallow_, “I saw them ten minutes ago, Hardware. Just give Persimmons down below a hail and tell him to slow up a bit. They’re wild waters and we don’t want to go through them too fast.” Harry Ware, who (from the fact that his initials were H. D. Ware) was known to his chums by the nickname Ralph Stetson had just used, hastened to the speaking tube connecting the bridge of the _River Swallow_ with the engine room, in which Percy Simmons, another of Ralph’s chums, was tending the twin racing engines with assiduous care.…
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