She struggled to pull herself down by the staff, but she had been below now longer than before. Just what the staff could be she did not imagine until she had again turned and “kicked” her way upward.
“It’s the pennant staff of the sunken boat!” she gasped, as she came to the surface and could open her mouth once more.
“Hush! what’s the matter with you?” demanded Polly, in a low voice, directly at hand.
“Oh! have they gone?”
“The bateau is out of hearing distance. But you do splash like a porpoise.”
“Nonsense! Let me climb up.”
Polly gave her some help and in a few moments Wyn lay panting in the tiny cockpit of the boat.
“Did–did you find anything?” queried Polly, anxiously.
Wyn told her what she believed she had found underneath the water, and the position of the staff. “It must be lying bow on to us here,” she said.
“Oh! do you suppose it really is the Bright Eyes?”