odore will clean me out every
time, if Don John is not at the helm."

"Then there is a capital opportunity for you to improve in the art of
sailing a yacht."

"Plenty of room for that," laughed Rodman.

Dick Adams brought the tender alongside, and pulled Mr. Norwood, Rodman,
and Donald to the Penobscot.

"I congratulate you, Don John," said Mr. Montague, extending his hand to
the boat-builder. "You have won the race handsomely."

"Thank you, sir."

"It is a double triumph to you, since you both built your yacht, and
sailed her," added Mr. Montague.

"It is worth a good deal to me in a business point of view; for I get a
job to build another yacht by it. The firm of Ramsay & Son can't afford
to have their boats beaten," laughed Donald. "Here comes Robert."

"I suppose he will not be satisfied with the Skylark, now that she has
been so thoroughly whipped," added the commodore's father.

"Perfectly satisfied with her, father. She is as good a boat as she ever
was," answered Robert, as he gave his hand to Donald. "You have won the
race fairly and handsomely, Don John; and I congratulate you upon your
success."

"I thank you, Bob; but I would rather have beaten any other fellow than
you," replied Donald.

"I can stand it as well as anybody."

The ladies and gentlemen on board of the Penobscot congratulated the
hero of the occasion, and condoled with the commodore, till the last of
the fleet arrived. The judges filled out the schedule with the corrected
time.

"Captain Rodman, of the Maud," said the chairman; and the owner of the
winning yacht stepped forward. "It appears from the schedule that you
have made the shortest time, and I have the pleasure of presenting to
you the first prize."

"Thank you, sir," replied Rodman, accepting the envelope, which
contained the prize of one hundred dollars; "but as it appears that
Donald Ramsay sailed the Maud, as well as built her, I shall have the
pleasure of presenting it to him."

A round of hearty applause followed this little speech, which ended in
three cheers for the captain of the Maud, and three more for her
builder.

"I can't take that," said Donald, declining to receive the envelope.

"But you must take it. I will hand you over to Mr. Deputy Sheriff
Beardsley, who, I see, is coming up the bay in the Juno."

"It don't belong to me. I am not the owner of the Maud," protested
Donald.

"Take it! take it!" shouted one and another of the interested
specta