CHAPTER IX
THE OWNER OF THE DISAGREEABLE VOICE
It may be that Madge had another second of consciousness. Afterward she thought she could recall being caught up by a giant, who unloosed Tania’s hands from about her throat. Quietly the three of them began to float upward with such steadiness, such quietness, that she had that blessed sense of security and release from responsibility that a child must feel who has fallen asleep in its father’s arms.
The first thing that she actually knew was, when she opened her eyes, to look into a pair of deep blue, kindly ones that were smiling bravely and encouragingly into hers. Near her were her three friends, looking very wet and miserable, and one little, dark-eyed elf who was sobbing bitterly. Farther away were two strange girls and one red-faced young man. Then Madge understood that she had been brought aboard the yacht that had run down their rowboat.
The little captain sat up indignantly. “I am quite all right,” she said haughtily, looking with an unfriendly countenance at their wreckers. Then, feeling strangely dizzy, she sank back and with a little sigh closed her eyes.
“Don’t do that,” protested Eleanor tragically. “You must not faint. Captain Jules, please don’t let her.”
The old captain’s strong hands took hold of Madge’s cold ones. “Pull yourself together, my hearty,” he whispered. “A girl who can dive down into the bottom of the bay as you can shows she has good sea-blood in her. She can see the old captain’s diving suit any day she likes—own it if she has a mind to. Fishing for pearls isn’t half so good a trade as fishing for a human life. You’ll be yourself in a minute. Lucky I happened to walk down the beach in the same direction your boat went.”
One of the two strange girls came to Madge’s side at this moment with a cup of strong tea. “Do drink this,” she pleaded. “It has taken some time to make the water boil. I wish to give some to the other girls, too. I am so sorry that we ran into you. You must know that it was an accident.”