“Goodness me!” exclaimed Jennie. “We’ll land somewhere about at the Academy, if we don’t look out.”
At that instant they both heard the swish of oars, or a paddle. In unison they raised their voices in a shout:
“Help! This way!”
They could not see the craft approaching, for the mist on the river had been growing thicker and thicker, all this time. But there was an answering cry:
“I’m coming! Holler again!”
“Oh, it’s a man!” gasped Jennie.
“It’s a boy!” declared Nancy.
“Shout again!” cried the voice in the mist.
“Well, I’m going to be saved if I’m not dressed for company,” declared Jennie, and she raised her voice again:
“This way! We’re in the water!”