"Indeed you have improved
very much," went on our hero. "You seem able to manage the boat
all alone."
"Yes, I'm doing pretty well. Dick lets me take the DOT whenever I
want to, and I thought I'd come out for a little trial run this
morning. I'm getting ready for the races. I suppose you are
going to enter them?" and she steered her boat alongside Tom's,
who throttled down his powerful motor so as not to pass his
friend.
"Races? I hadn't heard of them," he replied.
"Oh, indeed there are to be fine ones under the auspices of the
Lanton Motor Club. Mr. Hastings, of whom you bought that boat, is
going to enter his new CARLOPA, and Dick has entered the DOT, in
the baby class of course. But I'm going to run it, and that's why
I'm practicing."
"I hope you win," remarked Tom. "I hadn't heard of the races, but
I think I'll enter. I'm glad you told me. Do you want to race
now?" and he laughed as he looked into the brown eyes of Mary
Nestor.
"No, indeed, unless you give me a start of several miles."
They kept together for some little time longer, and then, as Tom
knew his father would be restless at the slow speed, he told Miss
Nestor the need of haste, and, advancing his timer, he soon left
the DOT behind. The girl called a laughing good-by and urged him
not to forget the races, which were to take place in about two
weeks.
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