“His is a racer,” Walter told Bess, who was as intent as any of the watchers on the result of the trial of speed.
“Maybe ours will turn out to be a winner,” Bess responded. “We keep pretty close.”
Jack never took his hand off the steering wheel, Denny was watching the engine, and the others were peering down the straight course ahead.
“Oh, I’m getting all wet,” exclaimed Marita, for the spray was dashing in on all sides.
“Get down in the bottom,” advised Walter, “we can’t slacken up now. Or go in the cabin if you like and close the ports.”
This was a signal for all three girls to slip down to the floor of the boat and while they lost the good view afforded from the seats, they evidently enjoyed the change, and craned their necks to see over the sides.
“Of course Dray will win,” complained Belle. “We couldn’t expect to beat the Dixie.”
“We might,” encouraged Bess. “Cora said this boat had remarkable speed for its size.”
“Gee, whiz!” shouted Walter, “look at that spray deluge Dray!”
“And she’s missing,” added Ed, for the sounds from the Dixie were distinctly out of time.