Bets flew as the excitement grew, Eileen confining hers to gloves and
bonbons, and Selwyn loyally taking any offers of any kind as he
uncompromisingly backed Gerald and Boots in the new motor-boat--the
_Blue Streak_--Austin's contribution to the Silverside navy.
And sure enough, at last a blue rocket soared aloft, bursting into azure
magnificence in the zenith; and Gerald and Boots came climbing up to the
lawn to receive prize and compliments, and hasten away to change their
oilskins for attire more suitable.
Eileen, turning to Selwyn, held up her booking list in laughing dismay:
"I've won about a ton of bonbons," she said, "and too many pairs of
gloves to feel quite comfortable."
"You needn't wear them all at once, you know," he assured her.
"Nonsense! I mean that I don't care to win things. Oh!"--and she laid
her hand impulsively on his arm as a huge sheaf of rockets roared
skyward, apparently from the water.
Then, suddenly, Neergard's yacht sprang into view, outlined in
electricity from stem to stern, every spar and funnel and contour of
hull and superstructure twinkling in jewelled brilliancy.
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