The word was out. Madge had not meant to use it, but somehow it slipped off her tongue.
“Steady,” she heard the old sailor whisper in her ear. He was gazing at her intently, and something in his face calmed the hot tide of her anger. “I am sorry I said you were a coward,” she added, with one of her quick repentances. “I don’t think you were very brave, but perhaps something may have happened that prevented your coming to our aid.”
“Mr. Dennis does not swim very well,” the nicer of the two girls explained, sitting down beside Madge. She was blushing and biting her lips. “Mr. Dennis meant to put back as soon as he could. I am Ethel Swann. I received a letter from Mrs. Curtis this morning, who is one of my mother’s old friends. She wrote that she and her son would be down a little later to open their cottage, but she hoped that we would meet you girls before she came. I am so sorry that we have met first in such an unfortunate fashion.”
“Oh, never mind,” interrupted Madge impatiently. “If you are Ethel Swann, Mrs. Curtis has talked to us about you. We are very glad to know you, I am sure.”
“These are my friends, Roy Dennis and Mabel Farrar,” Ethel went on, her face flushing. The four girls bowed coldly. Mabel Farrar acknowledged the introduction by a stiff nod. The young man took off his cap for the first time when Madge introduced Captain Jules.
“Run your boat along the side of the overturned skiff and I’ll tie her on for you,” ordered Captain Jules quietly. “I think I had better go along back to land with you.”
Roy Dennis, who was a little more frightened at his deed than he cared to own, was glad to obey the captain’s order.
Just as the girls were landing from the launch Mabel Farrar’s foot slipped and she gave a shrill scream. Instantly the girls recognized the voice which they had heard the night before condemning them to social oblivion.
Although Captain Jules had only a short time before positively refused the invitation of the girls to come aboard the “Merry Maid” to pay them a visit, it was he who handed each girl from the deck of Roy Dennis’s boat into the arms of their frightened chaperon. Finally he crossed over to the deck of the houseboat himself, bearing little Tania in his arms and looking in his wet tarpaulins like old King Neptune rising from the brine.
Captain Jules was made to stay to luncheon on board the houseboat. There was no getting away from the determined young women. In his heart of hearts the old sailor had no desire to go. Something inspired him with the desire to know more of these charming girls.