“What do you wish to do now, sit down and rest?” questioned the captain.
“We must go back to town and get our food supplies,” answered the guardian. “Will you come with us, George?”
“Yes, thank you. I was going to propose that you go over to town with me. There’s something there that I want to show you. Oh, you’ll be delighted when you see it.”
CHAPTER XVII
THE CUP THAT LURED
The girls lost no time in getting into Jane’s car, accompanied by Captain Baker, who sat on the front seat with the driver. They drove slowly around the edge of the field, thence out into the street, observed by Jack Herrington with a quizzical smile on his face.
“There is as fine a set of girls as I ever saw,” he reflected. “I shouldn’t be surprised if they were heard from at the nets one of these days. But five weeks’ practice and entering the hottest amateur tournament we’ve ever had on the coast!” he muttered. “I ought to ask them to withdraw their entry, but I couldn’t do it when that Miss Burrell looked at me with that unflinching, searching gaze of hers.” He laughed as he saw Jane and her car enveloped in a cloud of dust. Then the Meadow-Brook car disappeared around the corner.
“That one certainly can drive a car, even if she can’t play tennis,” he added.
In the meantime the automobile was speeding through the town, scattering pedestrians right and left, Jane unheeding the guardian’s urgent demands that she drive more slowly. Jane was in a hurry to learn what it was that Captain George Baker had in store for them. They were eager to know about this latest surprise.
“I hope you are not getting us into more trouble, Captain,” Miss Elting called to him.
“It spells trouble for some one,” answered the captain. “No, this is no other game I am trying to play on you. You have game enough on hand as it is.”