There were always some of this wild crowd over at the "Point," and it
was for this reason as well as the very real danger of a collision
with a recklessly driven boat that Betty's father had rather
discouraged the chums going over to that side of the river.
However the day was fine, the water of the river was as calm as a lake
and the Gem flew across the sparkling water like a gull, bringing a
flush of pure excitement and pleasure to the faces of the girls.
Danger-- what danger could there be in this staunch little craft, with
Betty at the wheel?
They were half way across the river, now-- three quarters. The gay
pleasure craft flaunting up and down the river were becoming more
numerous and Betty slackened speed. Her breath came more quickly and
her hands tightened on the wheel. She could drive a boat as well as
any boy, but here, she knew, was a situation to test her greatest
skill.
Craft of all sizes and descriptions seemed to the excited girls to be
piling up about them. Most of the boats were being navigated
carefully, but now and then a small, fast speed-craft would shoot out
from behind another so suddenly that Betty would be forced to swerve
sharply to one side, fairly grazing the stern of the racing boat.
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