"You may start, if you please," said the manager, with a nod at Russ and another at the skippers.
A moment later the air was filled with the thundering, rattling exhaust of the motors as the boats swept away from the float.
The motor race was on.
CHAPTER XI
TO LAKE KISSIMMEE
The staccato explosions of the motor boats, the cheers of the spectators, of whom there were many; the clicking of the camera operated by Russ, and the shouts of the picture-players themselves as they went through the "business" prescribed for this act of the play, made the scene a gay one.
"This will make a fine film," declared Mr. Pertell, who was in the boat with Alice, Mr. Bunn, Mr. Sneed and Mr. DeVere.
"I think so," agreed the latter. "I am glad we came to Florida."
"Is your throat better?" the manager asked.