"SHE'S WON!" JESS SHRIEKED OVER AND OVER.
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"They'll say, 'Who is that boy who just won the race? He has R.C. on his shirt,'" said Artie.
"Artie, you mustn't set your heart on winning," Margy protested. "If you lose, you'll feel dreadful."
"But I won't lose," Artie assured her, with a sunny smile.
The day for the races was bright and cloudless and the banks of the inlet, where they were to be held, was crowded early in the afternoon with spectators. All sat informally on the grass, and the pretty dresses of the women and their bright-hued parasols made lovely splashes of color.
"Say, Captain Mooney isn't going to be a judge," Carrie Pepper announced, meeting Polly in the booth where the numbered badges that identified the swimmers were being distributed. "That is, he was supposed to be one of the judges, but they have just had word that he can't be here."
"I wonder why," mused Polly absently. "Maybe Ella will come and see the races."
"I haven't seen her," Carrie said. "There, they're signaling—we ought to go and line up."
The races followed in quick succession, for there was rather a long program to put through in the single afternoon allotted. One of the summer residents captured the prize for the expert class, and then there were four races for the older boys and girls in none of which the Riddle Club was vitally interested.