She had used up her limit of power in an honest endeavor to win, but the young man had not. He had held back purposely.
Why had he done it?
CHAPTER XIX
ODD TALK
“Sorry I couldn’t beat you!” called the young man, waving his hand to the girls in Cora’s boat. “You had more speed than I thought.”
“Are you sure it was a fair race?” asked Cora, looking at him sharply. Her tone was peculiar.
“A fair race? What do you mean?” he asked, wonderingly. “Do you think I should have given myself more of a handicap?”
“Oh, no indeed!” exclaimed Cora, blushing that he should have mistaken her meaning. “You were generous—too generous, I think.”