“Oh, but, Bess! Don’t you dare. Here! get hold of the keel of my canoe.”
“But it won’t bear us both up,” groaned Bessie Lavine.
“It’s got to,” declared Wyn. “Have courage; don’t be afraid.”
“You needn’t try to tell me you’re not afraid yourself, Wyn Mallory!” chattered her friend.
“Of course I am, dear; but I mean, don’t lose your head because you are afraid,” said Wyn. “Come, now! Paddle with one hand and cling to the keel with the other. I’ll do the same.”
“Oh, dear, me! if we were only not so far from the shore,” groaned Bess.
“Somebody may see us and come to our help,” said Wyn, with more confidence in her tone than she really felt.
“The canoes couldn’t live in this gale.”
“That’s all very well; but they wouldn’t dare to start out for us from Green Knoll.”