"But you could introduce one," insisted Jack, "and once she knew I wanted to know her—I might depend upon—true love to make known all the rest."
"Here! Here! Jackie!" cautioned Cora, "you are not to talk of love—until mother comes home. You have promised to look after me."
"As if Ed and Walter couldn't do that ten times better than I can.
But hello! Here comes Paul—the Paul."
"It's ours," called Paul, before he was dose enough to talk in the regulation tones. "Come on up! The judges want to see the crew of the Peter Pan!"
"Ours!" echoed Jack, Ed and Walter.
"It certainly is ours. Those fellows had the gasoline doped?"
"What's that?" asked Ed.
"They had camphor and some other stuff in their gas," went on Paul, "and the engine nearly kicked out of the boat."
"Did they admit it?" inquired Ed.
"Not until I charged them with it," replied Paul. "I knew there was something up when they got ahead on that jump. Then I asked if I might take a look at that freak engine, and they allowed me to do so. I smelled camphor the minute I stepped aboard. They even had not sense enough to hide the bottle, and it's against the present racing rules on this lake to doctor gas. So I taxed them with it, and they finally admitted it and we went together to the judges. They were pretty decent chaps and did not seem to mind, very much, relinquishing the prize. You know what it is, don't you?"