Several steamboats were passed and as the sight of the racing
boats was seen there was a wild rush of the passengers to the
rail to watch the contest.
For twenty minutes the unexpected race continued. At the
expiration of that time the Varmint II changed her course.
Veering to the left she swerved in a wide semi-circle, saluting
the Black Growler several times as she turned her course
backward.
"I guess that will be some race," said Miss Susie Stevens. "I
think I'll go with you."
"You think you'll what?" demanded Mr. Button sharply.
"I just said that I thought I would be one of the crew of the
Black Growler in the race."
"Excuse me, young lady," said Mr. Button solemnly. "That will be
no place for a lady."
"Why not?" demanded Miss Susie unabashed.
"All you have to do is to look at yourself now," retorted Mr.
Button somewhat tartly. "You're soaked, you're dripping from your
head to your heels."
"I don't mind a little thing like that."
"Well, you ought to, whether you do or not. When I was your age
the girls didn't go in for racing."
"Then they never knew what they lost."
"No, they didn't know what they lost," said Mr. Button quietly.
"I guess they were better, if they were not better off."
"Oh, you'll enjoy having me about, Mr. Button," said Miss Susie.
"You need all the help you can get and Fred says he's going to
steer in the race.
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