longer," the manager said. "That is, only so that you will not leave me
and go back to the legitimate," he added, quickly. "For I want you in
moving pictures. I have some other plans when we finish work here, and
you and your daughters will be much needed."

"I am glad you have such a good opinion of us," murmured the veteran
actor.

"Where are we going from here?" asked Alice.

"That's a secret," laughed the manager. "I haven't it all worked out
myself, as yet."

The boats sped on, the rival skippers striving to gain the lead. The men
in charge of the motors, too, did everything in their power, in the way
of changing the gasoline mixture, or by means of copious oiling, to get
one more revolution out of their engines. But the boats seemed very
evenly matched. A big wave was thrown up on either bow of each boat.

Russ, after getting pictures of the start, had gone with his camera, by a
short cut, to a little promontory on shore, where he got other views of
the boats racing through the water. Then he went farther on and, getting
into another motor boat, took his place near the finish line, to film the
end of the race.

"Oh, I do hope we win!" exclaimed Alice, to her captain.

"I'm going to do my best," he answered, grimly, as he glanced across to
where the other boat was forging through the water.