And in her boat Ruth was saying the same thing.

Each skipper had been holding something in reserve in the way of power,
and now the mechanicians were signalled to use this.

The boats were nearing the finish line now, for the race, for the purpose
of the moving pictures, was only a short one.

But, as it happened, the captain of the boat Alice was in, got his signal
a little ahead of his rival, so that he shot forward, and thus gained an
advantage the other motor boat could not cut down.

"Oh, we're going to win!" cried Alice in delight, clapping her hands as
she saw Russ, in his boat at the finish line, operating his camera.
"We're going to win!"

Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, who, with Ruth, were in the other boat,
looked glum. As for Ruth she was of that gentle nature which is willing
to lose, that others may enjoy even a brief pleasure, and she rejoiced in
the delight of her sister.

"Well, I guess he's got me!" regretfully admitted the captain of the
losing boat. "He was a little too quick for me."

And so it proved, for the boat containing Alice shot across the line a
winner.

"I knew we'd do it!" she cried.

"Good for you!" shouted Russ.