A foul! We claim a foul! The Flying Fish fouled us!" he shouted.

"My dear young man," calmly replied the commodore, "I was watching you
every foot of the way through binoculars, and I should rather say that
you fouled the Flying Fish. Anyhow, you should have better sense than
to try to shave round that turn so closely."

More mortified, and angrier than ever, Jack strode off to put on dry
clothes, followed by his equally chagrined companions, who, however,
had sense enough now not to make any protests. They knew well enough
that Jack, in his hurry to grab the prize, had attempted a foolish and
dangerous thing which had cost them the race.

"A great race, a great race," said Mr. Blake, as the boys, followed by
the crowd, entered the club house, where the awards were to be
distributed. "You boys certainly covered yourselves with glory," he
went on.

"Yes, and here is your reward. I hope it will stimulate you to put up
a fine defense for it next year," said Commodore Wingate, handing to
the elated boys a fine engraved silver cup, the trophy of the Hampton
Yacht Club.

"Get up and make a speech!" shouted some one.

The boys felt inclined to run for it.

"Go ahead! Make some sort of a talk," urged Rob, helping Tubby on to
the platform from which the prizes had been handed out.

"Ladies and gentlemen," puffed the stout youth, "we want to thank you
for your congratulations and thank the club for the fine cup.
Er--er--er--we thank you."

And having made what was perhaps quite as good a speech as some of his
elders', Tubby stepped down amid loud and prolonged cheering.

Up in the dressing room Jack and his cronies, changing into other,
garments, heard the sounds of applause.

"It's high time something was done," said Bill, as he gazed from a
window at several of the yacht club attendants bailing out the unlucky
hydroplane. "Those young beggars will be owning the town next."

CHAPTER XIV

THE EAGLES IN CAMP

The next few days were full of excitement and preparation for the Boy
Scouts. Their headquarters resounded all day to the tramp of feet, and
the Manual of Instructions was consulted day and night. The official
tents had arrived, and every boy in the Patrol was eager for the time
to arrive to put them up. So much so that two or three confessed that
they could hardly sleep at night in their impatience for the hour when
the embarkation for Topsail Island was to take place.

Besides the tents