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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Putnam Hall Champions; or, Bound to Win Out

The bosom of the lake was now a mass of whitecaps, while the sun went under a heavy cloud.
“It’s a wind squall, and a corker!” cried Jack.
“Why don’t they take in some sail on the Ajax?” asked Dale, as he clung to a guard rail, to keep from being swept overboard.
“They are taking in the topsail,” announced Jack. “But that isn’t enough. If they don’t——”
The rest of his words was lost in the piping of the gale that came extra strong just then. The sloop seemed to be fairly lifted from the lake, then she sank into a hollow and the water dashed over her stern.
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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Putnam Hall Champions; or, Bound to Win Out

Bat Sedley had seen him hanging fast to some ropes as the Ajax went over, but had not seen him since.
“He must have gone down——” began Pepper, when Jack set up a shout.
“There he is, under the edge of that sail,” and he pointed to where the broad mainsail of the Ajax rose and fell on the waves. True enough, Will Carey was there, one arm and one leg caught fast in the sheeting and some ropes. He had been struggling, but now he fell back and went under, out of sight.
“We have got to save him!” cried Jack. “Here, Pepper, take the tiller.”
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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Putnam Hall Champions; or, Bound to Win Out

Onto this foot path spun Jack, and Pepper and Andy came directly after him. The path was smooth and spongy and the bicycles flew over it “like greased lightning,” as Jack said afterwards.
“Hi! they are off the road!” yelled Paxton, looking around.
“They are on the path!” yelled Coulter. “Come, we mustn’t let them get ahead of us!” And he pedalled forward with vigor.
“Follow me and be quick!” cried the young major to his chums. “This path comes out into the road at the foot of the hill!” And away he sped.
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