"Hello, runaways," was Frank's greeting, turning over on his back and
propelling himself by a whirlpool motion of his arms. "Thought you'd
give us the slip, did you? Well, we shall see."
Betty followed Frank's example, floating lazily on the still surface of
the water.
"We weren't running away," she said; "we just wanted to show you we
weren't afraid, that's all."
"I'll give you a race to that floating log out there, Betty."
Betty turned over and regarded the log in question with thoughtful eyes.
"All right," she agreed, after a moment's hesitation. "I guess I can
make that easily enough. Will you call the start?"
"Just as you say," he answered. "We are almost even now, and when I say
go, we're off. Agreed?"
"Uh'huh," answered Betty.
"All right. One--two--three--go!"
They shot forward together, side by side and shoulder to shoulder, each
determined to save his strength for the final spurt.
By this time the others had come up and were watching the race with
interest.
On, on the two racers went, with no apparent effort, until half the
distance to the log had been covered.
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