Luft up a little, Sam, or the Spray will run on the rocks. All right, Dick. I haven’t got sailing down quite as One as you yet. How far do you suppose we are from Albany?
Not over eight or nine miles. If this wind holds out we’ll make that city by six o'clock. I’ll tell you what, sailing on the Hudson suits me first-rate.
And it suits me, too, put in Tom Rover, addressing both of his brothers. I like it ten times better than staying on Uncle Randolph’s farm.
But I can’t say that I like it better than life at Putnam Hall, smiled Sam Rover, as he threw over the tiller of the little yacht. I’m quite anxious to meet Captain Putnam and Fred, Frank, and Larry again.
Oh, so am I, answered Tom Rover. But an outing on the Hudson is just the best of a vacation. By the way, I wonder if all four old friends will be back?