The Peter Pan was among the very finest. In this were our boy
friends from Chelton, and as they lined up the admiration expressed
was unstinted. The Sprint was another splendid speed boat, built
with torpedo stern and a queer spray hood at the bow. This was
being run by a girl--a young lady noted for her skill at any sort of
motor.
"Oh, I hope our boys win," exclaimed Bess, as if that hope needed to
be made known.
"They have a good chance," argued Cora. "Of course so many things
may happen that there is absolutely no surety of any machinery on
the water." She looked to see that the oil cup levers of the Petrel
were down to prevent the lubricant flowing before it was needed and
also gave a critical survey of the little wire that connected on the
cylinder. It emitted a clear "fat" spark as she touched it to the
metal, and this seemed to satisfy her.
"I guess ours is all right; isn't it?" asked Hazel. "Wouldn't it be
fine if we won something!"
"I fully intend to," declared Cora.
"That means that we will," responded Belle. "If Cora intends!"
"They're off!" called out Hazel, "look at Jack!"
He was standing over the engine evidently making sure that even at
the start he should not loose a single atom of the power that
twirled the propeller. Ed was at the steering wheel. Walter was at
the side, and with him was Paul Hastings.
"There's Paul!" exclaimed Bess, when they could make out that the
fourth figure in the boat was that of the boy's friend.
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