MORE SUSPICIONS
Cora Kimball well knew the capabilities of the Chelton. She had steered other motor craft in many races, and was aware, almost to a revolution, just how much speed was available in a boat of this kind. And while she did not know what the rival boat could do, she was too expert at water sports to use up her last reserve of speed.
So, even while she watched the other boat creep up on her, she did not open the throttle to its fullest extent, nor did she advance the timer, which controlled the spark, to the limit.
“I’m going to be in shape to spurt if I have to,” reasoned Cora.
Foot by foot the other boat crept on.
“He’s going to win!” exclaimed Bess, in disappointed tones.
“Don’t be so sure,” laughed Cora. “Remember, we have been in races before, and in many a seeming hopeless one we have come out ahead.”
“You girls are just—wonderful!” breathed Marita, as she crouched on the seat she had taken.
“You don’t know us yet,” laughed Bess. “Wait until you see some of the things Cora can do.”
“Don’t believe her!” exclaimed Cora, turning for an instant to smile at the girl who always seemed to be effacing herself for others. Then as she saw the spray coming up against the bows, and dashing over Marita, she added: