“We are going over that way,” went on Cora. “If you like, I will pilot you.”
“You are very good,” returned the young man. “If it will not be too much trouble, and not take you out of your way, I would like very much to have you show me the course. I’m a stranger here.”
Cora and the motor girls had been on so many trips on land and water that they had learned how to meet and accept the advances of strangers, even when they were good-looking young men. There was, too, a sort of comradeship about a motor boat that lent a chaperonage to the effect of girls talking to men to whom they had never been introduced. Cora’s chums realized this and thought nothing of her offer.
“Follow me,” Cora called, as she opened the throttle a little wider, and the Chelton shot ahead. The other boat came right after, with a promptness that caused Cora to think it had more speed than she at first suspected.
“My nerves are much better—now,” said Bess in a whisper to Lottie, as she stole a surreptitious glance at the young man.
CHAPTER XVII
A LITTLE RACE
For some time Cora held the lead in her boat, with the other following in her wake. The girls talked among themselves, speculation being rife as to what the young man wanted in Bayhead.