The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1898-08-06
THE SLOOP CUP.
BY Baldwin sears.

- was OAlAJ thO udyS D6IOF0 the Bay
! head regatta, and up to 3 o'clock
Thursday afternoon, the one rival to
Dave Garrison's Fleetwing, that every
one wanted to see, had not yet register
ed at the Yacht club.
| Naturally the bunch of fellows loung-
/ ing On the pier head Friday morning
and lazily criticizing the regatta fleet
as 1t swung at anchor, burst into inter
ested comment as long slim boat slid
past them down the harbor and stood
out before the heavy wind under full
canvas.
Hello! that's Thorne's boat now,
isn't it?' exclaimed Joe Scott, dropping
from his seat on the rail and hurrying
over to the other side of the pier, with
the boys at his heels. Eyes, there's her
name, Conqueror. She must have come
in last night. l didn't know her at
first; look at the big topsail he's got
ON her"
She's been made over for this race.
| tell you, it'll take hot work for even
the Fleetwing to beat her now"
I wonder what Dave'l say when he
hears that his beloved rival is here"
Here comes Dave now"
"Whoop! Hello! Heard the news?"
reared the half dozen voices that had
been disputing as a white hat came
slowly down me wharf
What's the row." asked the new
conner, calmly taking a seat on the rail
beside Joe. Anything fatal happened
in the last ten minutes?"
"Thornes here with a new set Of
sails on the ConQueror," blurted out
Joe, who never could keep anything
long.
"Thorne!" interrupted Dave, black
look on his good-natured face. $50
he's come after ALL"
Hasn't he, though; it will take your
pretttest sailing to show him your
stern"
of I decide to race him." answered
Dave, slowly watching the boat as it
dwindled oceanward.
Nonsense, Davie!'' 1.-THE idea, old
fellow" Goodness sake, man, ven
wouldn't drop out for that" argued ev-
cry one at once while Joe, who was
Dawes particular chum, and dared any
thing, added: "Then you'n let Thorne
take the cup? Your two are the fast
est boats in the class"
Dave said nothing, but his mouth
narrowed to the long, thin line the boys
knew so well.
Ever since the two had been old
enough to have boats, there had been
rivalry growing up between them,
slowly changing their friendship to en-
nifty, and ending the year before in
accusation and open distrust.
I'D rather have him take the cup
than think I wanted it bad enough to
race him for it," said Dave, shortly.
"Oh, fudge, then he'll think you're |
afraid Of him." laughed joe throwing
his arm over Dawes shoulder. What |
you want to do is to go in and beat him |
clean out of his boots; take a little |
more ballast if it's too windy and show |
him the way home"
Maybe" answered the other, a far
away look in his quiet blue eyes. 81
suppose 1t is the only fair thing to do"
he said to himself as he walked home.
Better race and have it over. only
hope this wind will shift before tomor-
row." And he glanced toward The
northwest, whence a merry gale piped
along.
For with all her virtues the Fleet
wing could not make time in a stiff
breeze. She could beat anything in a
light Southwestern with Dave at the
helm, for no man could sail a boat as
craftily as he
Sidney Thorne knew Dawes skill
and the Fleetwing's powers, too. and
he hoped as earnestly for a freezing
gale" as Dave prayed for a catspaw
breeze, with better luck, unhappiIy for
Dave.
"I'm afraid we're going to get more
of this" said Joe Scott, anxiously. as
he stood on the Fleetwings deck Satur-
day morning and felt the puffy north
wind that rolled the little sloop heavily
In the trough of the waves.
at will be dirty work getting round
the pudding stone reef in this choppv
sea-"
'If we can make the first leg on this
breeze, I'll have the wind behind me on
The next, and it's only a short beat
home from the second buoy" answered
Dave, with sort Of nervous quietness.
Hurry up there, Joe, never saw you
AXE so long"
Here, Delay that and stop your fuss
ng," retorted Joe, throwing down a
'ope. 'You can't race this race alone:
heard Thorne saying that as this wind
would hold there was no hurry about .
starting.
The hard look on Dawes face deep
med as he went on with his work. So