Suppose you take the forward wheel Bess, as I
may, have enough to do to look after the engine."
"Very well," acquiesced the girl, "but I hope I make no mistakes."
"Oh you won't. Just turn the wheel the way you want to go. Now
we'll hurry. I want to show off my boat."
Bess took up her place at the steering wheel and turned it so that
the boat started on a clear course. Everything seemed to work
beautifully, and presently Bess was so interested in the gentle
swerving of the craft, as the rudder responded to her slightest
touch, that she, too, thought it very much simpler than motoring on
land.
"There are the Blakes!" suddenly exclaimed Belle. "See, they are
waving to us."
"Yes," answered Cora as she snatched off her cap and fluttered a
response to the folks on the steamer. "Bess, keep clear out. The
landing is just over there! The steamer makes quite a swell."
Bess turned, but she did it too suddenly. A wave from the steamer
caught them broadside, and drenched the girls before they knew what
had happened.
"Oh!" screamed Belle, "--we are running right into the steamer!"
"Bess! Bess!" called Cora. "Turn! I can't connect--"
Shouts from the steamer added to their confusion. Would they be run
down on this, their very first attempt at navigation?
"They are the motor girls!" Cora heard some one on the steamer
shout, and while this much has been told it may be well to acquaint
the reader with further details of the situation.
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