"We shall go over there."
"I will send you a formal entry blank to-morrow," said Mr. Stone, as
his companion started the motor, and a moment later they were rushing
off in a smother of foam thrown up by the powerful racing craft.
"Well, what do you think of that?" gasped Mollie, when they had gone.
"No sooner do we arrive than we are plunged into the midst of-- er--
the midst of-- what is it I want to say?" She laughed and looked about
for assistance.
"Better give it up," said Amy. "But what Grace said surprises me--
about those two young men."
"Well, of course I can't be sure of it," said Grace, as all eyes were
turned in her direction, "but the more I look at those two the more I
really think they are the ones. I wonder if there isn't some way I
could make sure?"
"Yes," said practical Betty, "there is. That is why I decided to enter
the Gem in the regatta. It will give us a chance to do a little quiet
investigating."
"But how?" inquired Grace, puzzled.
"Well, if we make some inquiries, and find out that they are all right
to talk to-- and they may be in spite of the mean way they acted
toward you-- why, then, we can question them, and gradually lead the
talk around to autos, and racing, and storms, and all that.
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