Wyn wanted to see Polly. After all, she believed, it lay with the boatman’s daughter to make friends between the Jarleys and the Lavines. The captain of the Go-Ahead Club felt as though her long and exciting vacation under canvas would come to a very happy conclusion if she could see the two men who had once been such close friends, reunited.
Wyn was the first one ashore when the bow of the catboat touched the landing. Polly came running from the cottage, for she had spied their approach.
“Oh, Wynnie!” she cried, “what was it? Did father get them safely?”
“He saved them both–the most wonderful thing, Polly Jolly!” cried Wyn.
“Not so wonderful,” corrected Polly, with pride. “My father has saved the lives of people from the lake before.”
“But it is wonderful,” quoth Wyn, “because one of the men saved is Bessie’s father.”
“Mr. Lavine!” gasped Polly.
“Yes. Now he owes his life to your father, just as Bess owes hers to you.”
“Don’t talk so, Wyn,” begged Polly. “It’s nothing.”
“Nothing! It’s everything! Don’t stand in the way of your father and Bessie’s being good friends again.”