GypsyherThe oncoming boat was built on speedy lines; just what the Gypsy could do in speed was still to be seen. Jumping to the wheel, Clem prepared for flight. Her pounding heart had made the decision. Better to run for it than to face the possibilities that her imagination pictured. She seized the speed controls. The purr of the engine rose to a driving whirr; the spray from the prow suddenly spread wide. The Gypsy darted forward through the waves with a speed that astounded the girl and brought immediate response from the stranger. There was no longer any doubt as to his intent to head off the Gypsy—if he could.
GypsyGypsyGypsyClem’s course to round the Point necessitated steering against the wave run at such an angle that occasionally the boat was caught in the trough and rolled alarm
