Frank and Andy Afloat

"How about a race to the dock, Frank?" "With whom, Andy?" "Me, of course. I'll beat you there-loser to stand treat for the ice cream sodas. It's a hot day." "Yes, almost too warm to do any speeding," and Frank Racer, a lad of fifteen, with a quiet look of determination on his face, rested on the oars of his skiff, and glanced across the slowly-heaving salt waves toward his brother Andy, a year younger. "Oh, come on " called Andy, with a laugh rippling over his tanned face. "You're afraid I'll beat you." "I am, eh?" and there was a grim tightening of the older lad's lips. "Well, if you put it that way, here goes Are you ready?"