“Come on, yellow!” shouted Vevi. She wanted the little turtle to win.
Instead of coming on toward the edge of the circle, it stopped short, raising up its head to look and listen.
A spotted pond turtle went around it. Vevi and Connie thought it would be the winner. But a moment later a snapper went around both turtles. It was crawling very fast, much like a creeping baby.
Suddenly everyone began to shout. The snapper had crossed the chalk line, winning the race.
Raymond Curry, the hotel life guard, had been conducting the race.
“No. 10 wins,” he announced in a loud voice. “Who owns him?”
A boy of ten years stepped forward to claim a prize for having the winning turtle.
“Ten dollars for you, son,” said the lifeguard. “Nice going! Now remember, folks, we’ll have another race here Saturday afternoon. The hotel again will offer ten dollars to the winner, and a second prize consisting of a free motor boat ride.” Vevi pinched Connie so hard that it hurt. “Did you hear that?” she whispered.
“Ten dollars,” murmured Connie. “That’s a lot of money!”
“Maybe we could win it for our Brownie troop!”