She opened the throttle a little wider and the Chelton responded instantly.
A moment later there came a hail from the rear.
“Distance enough! I’m coming!”
Cora glanced back.
“He certainly was generous,” she said. “That’s a good five hundred feet.”
“He looks like a generous chap,” murmured Lottie. She was again polishing her nails. Possibly she thought she might be introduced to the stranger, later on.
There was the sound of a louder exhaust from the boat astern. The young man evidently was going to try his best to win.
But Cora had no intention of letting him do so. She had shrewdly estimated the ability of his boat, as well as she could, though of course it was difficult, in the case of a craft she had never before seen.
“Sit on the other side; will you, Lottie dear?” asked Cora, as, grasping the steering wheel with firmer fingers she looked at the course ahead of her.
“Oh, I’m so comfortable here,” objected Lottie.