“It wasn’t an accident!” exclaimed Jennie. “One of the girls drew the plug and just stuffed the hole with rags. We didn’t know it. Of course, the water forced the rags out when we got half-way across the river.”
“Why, that was criminal!” cried Bob, angrily. “That was no joke.”
“Well, we didn’t laugh ourselves to death about it,” agreed Jennie.
“What girl did it?”
“I’d hate to tell you,” snapped Jennie. “There were two of them in the trick, I’m sure. But I certainly will pay them off!”
“They ought to be punished. You might have been drowned,” declared Bob.
But Nancy said nothing. She did not propose to discuss Grace Montgomery’s shortcomings with her cousin.
The two girls got ashore in the semi-darkness, and thanked their rescuer again.
“I’ll ask after you to-morrow over the ’phone,” declared Bob. “I hope you won’t get cold.”
“Oh, goodness me! don’t ask,” cried Jennie. “Then we will have to explain the whole business. And I don’t want to go before the Madame.”