“It’s something,” replied Wyn, confidently, pulling one of the blankets around her.
“I’m going down myself,” declared Polly, sharply.
“All right. Maybe you can find more of the boat. It’s there.”
Polly sprang up into the bow of the catboat, poised herself for a moment and then dived overboard. She could outswim and outdive any of the Go-Ahead girls–and why not? She was in, or on, the lake from early spring until late autumn.
Polly was under the surface no longer than Wyn; but when she came up she struck out for the Coquette and scrambled immediately into the boat.
“What is it? Am I right? Is it a boat?” cried the anxious Wynnie.
“Yes! It’s there. Oh, Wynifred Mallory! My father is going to be so relieved! It’s–it’s just heavenly! How can we ever thank you?”
Wyn was crying softly. “I’m so delighted, dear Polly. It–it is sure the Bright Eyes?”
“It is a motor boat. I went right down to the deck, and scrambled around it. There are surely not two motor boats sunk in Lake Honotonka,” declared Polly.
“Hush, then!” urged Wyn. “We’ll keep still about it. It is my find and I’ll telegraph to Mr. Lavine as quick as I can. The Go-Ahead girls are going to own a motor boat! Won’t that be fine?”