"I would like to see a race," came from Marion. "I dare you to row Jack, St. John." "Let us make it to the rocks and back," said Jack. "And you can have any of the boats you please. I dare you to do it," and he looked at St. John defiantly. "St. John may be tired. Perhaps he has been working," suggested Mrs. Ruthven, although she knew better. "No, he has been walking and resting along shore," said Marion. "We saw him from our boat." "I'll give you another advantage, besides choice of boats," said Jack, bound that St. John should not back out. "I'll carry Marion as extra weight." "Oh, that wouldn't be fair!" cried the girl. "Let St. John carry mamma." "No, I must decline to go," said Mrs. Ruthven. "I'll take Marion, and St. John need carry only himself," said our hero. "I am certain I can beat him. I dare him to take me up." There seemed no help for it, so St. John gave in, and soon the three were on the way to Old Ben's boathouse. CHAPTER XII. THE BOAT RACE ON THE BAY. "I think this is a very foolish proceeding," observed St. John as they walked along. "I think it's going to be lots of fun," replied Marion. "The one who wins shall receive a lovely bunch of roses from me." "Then I'll win," said the spendthrift, and bestowed a meaning smile upon her, which instantly made her turn her head. They used a short cut to the beach, consequently they did not meet Old Ben and Dr. Mackey. When the boathouse was gained they went to inspect the four boats lying there. St. John knew the boats well, for he was by no means an unskilled rower. He picked out the lightest of the craft, one which was long and narrow, and also took the best pair of oars. Marion was going to remonstrate, but Jack silenced her. "But, Jack, if you have a poor boat, and carry me, too----" she began, in a whisper. "I'll beat him, anyway," replied our hero. "I know I can do it." Soon they had the boats out. Marion half expected St. John to invite her to enter his craft, but in this she was mistaken. The spendthrift was afraid that the extra weight would prove fatal to his success. Yet it angered him to have his cousin go off with Jack. "Marion, you ought to remain on shore," he said. "The race ought to be rowed with both boats empty." "Well, if you think best----" she began. "No, Marion, you are to go with me," put in Jack hastily. "I said I would row with you in my boat, and I will." "But I am quite a weight----" "Never mind; jump in." As there seemed no help for it, Marion entered Jack's boat and our hero pulled a rod away from the shore. "Now where is the race to be?" asked St. John, as he followed Jack's example and pulled off his coat. "Let Marion decide that," said the youth promptly. "Then make it to the Sister Rocks," said Marion. "Each boat must go directly around the rocks." "That suits me," said Jack. "It's a good mile and a half," grumbled St. John. He had no desire to exert himself in that warm sun.