"Yes, there she comes! Oh isn't it exciting! To have the queer girl beat all those who pride themselves on their skill. I wonder who or what she can be?" queried Hazel.
"Here come our boys," said Belle, as the beautiful golden Peter Pan motored over to the smaller Petrel.
"What do you think of that?" called Jack. "Look at the Wild Duck!"
"Isn't she a—bird!" confirmed the voice of Ed.
"A Sea Gull," added the more polite Walter. "I say, girls, do you happen to know her?"
"Yes," called back Cora, "We have met her."
Then there was an exchange of words understandable only to those expressing them, and to those for whom they were expressed, but any one might have guessed that the boys in the Peter Pan were asking the girls in the Petrel to let them "meet" the wild bird of the light canoe.
"They are almost in," said Bess, breathlessly. "Oh I hope she does not back out."
"No danger," said Cora. "One can see that she is making for the finish line."
"There are two boys who have been saving themselves," Hazel remarked. "I shouldn't wonder if they could beat our friend."