CHAPTER XVI
FIGHTING FIRE
"Betty, do you think we can win?"
It was Mollie who asked this as she stood beside her chum at the wheel of the Gem. The boat was churning through the water, gradually creeping up on the craft that had gotten away ahead of her. Behind came other boats, starting as the crack of the official pistol was heard.
"Of course we'll win!" exclaimed Betty, as she changed the course slightly. She wanted to keep it as straight as possible, for well she knew that the shortest distance between any two points is in a straight line.
"We wouldn't miss that lovely prize for anything," called Grace from up forward, where she was helping Amy look after the laboring motor.
A number of prizes had been provided by the regetta committee; the chief one for this particular race was a handsome cut-glass bowl, that had been much admired when on exhibition at the club house.
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