" That could plainly be heard from the girl's boat. Away
they flew, yard after yard being made in wonderfully short time.
The Sprint was doing well with the Peter Pan. The Hague suddenly
shot forward, passed every thing--passed the Sprint--passed the
Peter Pan and won!
"Hurrah for the tub!" yelled the crowd. "Hurrah for home talent!"
shouted the throng. But the young lady in the Sprint throttled down
and her boat drifted over to the boys.
"How was that?" she asked breathlessly.
"I don't know," replied Paul "but I'm going to find out. We were
second and you made a splendid run--but I'm going to look into the
glories of the Tub!"
So keen was the disappointment of the girls in the Petrel that they
seem to have lost heart for their own race, which came next. But
when Ed and Jack called out to them, and Paul waved his cap in his
own quiet way, the encouragement dispelled their lost of interest.
Cora spun the flywheel, and the boat took its place. She looked
every inch a girl to win, while Hazel kept close to the steering
wheel and the twins did their part in just looking pretty. The
motor girls' boat was the cynosure of every eye, as it happened to
be the only boat in that class run by girls.
The signal was given and they started off.
"Steady!" Jack called. "Go it, sis!"
He should hardly have done this, but his boyish love for the girls
and their boat could not be restrained.
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