“How fast it goes!” exclaimed Lottie.
“Yes, much faster than the Chelton,” responded Cora. “I told you he was holding back.”
“What could have been his object?” asked Belle.
And that was a question all the girls asked themselves.
“Well, my nerves are better, anyhow,” observed Bess, as she threw back the clustering hair from her face so that the wind might caress her cheeks, now flushed with excitement.
“That’s good,” spoke Cora.
“The antidote of the race and the excitement of the mystery, as to why the nice young man didn’t want to win, are guaranteed to cure nerves or money refunded,” said Lottie with a laugh. “Where are you going, Cora?”
“Back to the bungalow, of course. Mrs. Lewis may be anxious about us. It is nearly lunch time, anyhow.”
“Then it is time for us to be anxious about ourselves,” said Bess. “But I don’t believe Mrs. Lewis will worry. You know she went away right after doing up the breakfast things. She said she was going to consult some friends, for those she saw last night could not help her, and she may not be back yet. So there’s no need to hurry.”
“Then I have an idea!” cried Cora. “We have our tea outfit with us, and some crackers. Why not go ashore and have a little picnic? It will complete the nerve treatment, perhaps,” and she smiled at Bess.