“Hold on!” I shouted at my brother.
I hauled the wheel around. The sleek little motorboat skidded into the turn, its hull bouncing against the choppy, windswept water of the Chesapeake Bay.
The boat we were chasing was now racing straight toward the wooded shoreline. For one crazy second I thought the driver might keep going and ram the hull right up onto the rocky beach.
Then, with seconds to spare, he pulled it around to the left. The boat skimmed along the swells, running parallel to the shore.
“Whoa!” my brother Frank yelled. He clung to the side of...