"We might win then," agreed the young lawyer, "but I doubt it. Theirs is a racer all right, and ours is built more for pleasure. It's a safer boat too, the Spider is. Once or twice they came near having a spill in wind that didn't faze us a bit. I'm glad we didn't have any accidents like the last time we met Alice."
"That's right," said Betty, recalling the two upsets.
"Let them wait," remarked Will mysteriously. "I'll soon have a boat that will beat anything on the river."
"Oh, is papa going to let you get an ice boat?" cried Grace. "I don't care! I don't think it's fair! You get anything you want. You had a new horse and——"
"And wasn't it on your account that dad let you girls come to this camp?" demanded Will. "Talk about me getting all the favors——"
"Children! Children!" admonished Betty with a smile.
"And besides, this has nothing to do with dad," went on Will. "This is something I'm getting up on my own account."
"Nope. It's a secret. You'll see it as soon as it comes."
"Give you a chocolate if you tell," bribed Grace.