“Good for you, Miss Sherwood!” cried the boy. “And you’re not afraid, either?”
“No—not much,” answered Nan, stoutly.
“The boat’s as safe as a house. The squall’s gone over now. We’ll soon get to land. Let her off another point now.”
Nan obeyed. The propeller began kicking in regular time. They were able to head around toward the shore. Walter soon took the wheel again and guided the Bargain Rush more directly toward the anchorage before the Hall. They were all of three miles from the boathouse.
“We’ll make it all right now, Miss Sherwood,” said Walter, cheerfully.
“It was awfully good of you to come out for us,” Nan said.
“Goodness! we couldn’t do less, could we?”
“I guess Linda wouldn’t have come if she had had her way.”
“Well! Grace isn’t that kind,” said the brother, loyally. “Of course, we would have done everything in our power to save you girls.”
“And we will never forget it!” Nan cried warmly. “We would have drowned.”