"I knew it!" cried Cora joyously. "Now let us watch her."
"There's that dark man!" Bess told them. "Oh! I just wish he would
keep away from her."
But he did not. The girl in the light canoe turned from the
spectators as if she had been deaf and dumb. And it was the dark
man--the fellow called Tony Jones--who went up to the judges to get
their verdict.
CHAPTER XII
ONE WAY TO WIN
"We have no time now," Jack told Cora, "but as soon as the races are
over I will ask what that fellow told the judges. Certainly he must
have said that he had a right to, the girl's prize, or they would
not have given it to him."
"But how the poor thing hurried off! Why, she hardly had a chance
to know that she won," replied the sister. "I think it a shame that
the creature should be treated like something really wild," and she
turned to watch the foamy wake that the little canoe was tracing, as
the girl from Fern Island hurried to hide herself again where ever
she might go. The signal precluded the possibility of further
interest just then in the strange case, but indeed Cora's mind was
not so readily shifted. She wanted to know about that girl.
The speed boats were next to be tried out. What a splendid showing!
Who would have dreamed that such handsome craft were on the waters
of Cedar Lake? Of course they were all private boats, and their
flags flaunted proudly before the spellbound spectators.
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