"Never mind!" panted Cora. "I'm not afraid to let him steer. I can
beat him!"

Jack stood up in his machine. He was angry, and showed it in his
face.

"Stop, sis," he called to Cora. "The race is yours. Don't pass
him."

"She can't!" retorted Sid.

"Oh, I'm afraid!" gasped Bess, beside Jack. "He's steering right in
front of her to cut her off. He won't turn out."

Then, as if realizing that the race would be counted lost to them
for Sid's violation of the rules, Ida tried to displace the hands of
her, companion from the wheel.

"Let me steer"' she exclaimed. "I want to! Let me, Sid!"

"No!" he answered angrily. "I'm going to run it now."

The car was swaying from side to side because of the erratic motion
imparted to it, due to the struggle between Sid and Ida to gain
possession of the wooden circlet.

"Let me take it! I want to beat her!" spoke Ida in a tense whisper,
and Sid, with a queer look at her, nodded.