"Gee!" cried Pepper, "look at her come. Say, she'd make Fulton
with the Clermont think he was traveling backward if he was here.
She is sure some boat."
"Who owns her?" asked Donald.
"She belongs to Mr. Whilden," replied Jack. "He is president of
the Dart Motor-cycle Company, you know."
"Gee!" cried Pepper, "I wish he was my uncle, or something."
"What for, Pepper?" queried Rand. "Want him to invite you to go
yachting?"
"That wouldn't be bad," affirmed Pepper, "and maybe if he liked my
looks he might take a fancy to me and give me a cycle. Say, fellows,
wouldn't it be great if we all had motor-cycles!"
"In my opinion," interjected Donald, "'tis just a waste of time
wishing for what ye'll no get."
"Oh, there is no harm in wishing," returned Pepper. "You might just
as well wish for a big thing as a little one."
"Just look at the wave following her," interrupted Jack. "It must
be more than five feet higher than the level of the river. We will
have to keep head on if we don't want to be swamped."
"See that canoe over there," broke in Pepper, and pointing to
another boat.
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