“Coming!”
Then into sight flashed a ghostly craft, which came straight for them.
“Oh! it’s only a canoe!” wailed Jennie. “We can’t climb into a canoe.”
“My goodness! It’s two girls!” ejaculated the person paddling the canoe.
“Mr. Endress!” exclaimed Nancy, recognizing the boy from Dr. Dudley’s Academy.
“What?” shouted Bob Endress. “Is it Nancy Nelson?”
“And Jennie Bruce. We lost our boat. It sank,” explained Nancy, breathlessly.
“Each of you grab the gunwale of my canoe. Easy, now!” admonished Bob.
They did so, one on either side, astern.
“Now I can paddle you to shore. Just let your bodies float right out. It’s lucky I came along. The current’s so strong around this bend.”