"He sure is. He's afraid the other side may spring something on him any minute."
"You mean--take some action to get the property?"
"Yes."
"It's too bad. But I don't see what we can do."
"Neither do I. I wish I could find Prince. I think that's the queerest thing, about him."
"It certainly is. Say, Will, how is poor little Dodo getting on?"
"Oh, as well as you can expect. They're going to operate soon, I heard. How is Mollie standing it, Grace?"
"Fairly well. Isn't it strange that we should meet the two autoists?"
"Yes. Have you put them wise yet?"
"Wise? What do you mean? Such slang!"
"I mean told 'em who you are?"
"No, and we're not going to for a while yet. We don't want to make them feel bad."
"All right, suit yourselves. We're coming up and see you when you get in camp."
"Yes, do. We'll write when we're settled."
Preparations for the race were going on, and the Gem, as were the other boats, was being groomed for the contest. She had been converted into her own self again, and Betty had
