“Never mind,” said Walter, in embarrassment. “It’s all right now.”
“I—I guess the other girls don’t think so,” said Nan, suddenly observing her chum and the other two. All three were violently sick. “It is awfully rough.”
“We’re catching these waves sideways,” Walter said. “Wait till we get in the lea of Lighthouse Point. It won’t be so bad then.”
This was a true prophecy, and the Bargain Rush was soon sailing on even keel. Linda, as well as the other girls, recovered in a measure from the feeling of nausea that had gripped them. As soon as the vulgar girl regained her voice she began to scold again.
“We’d never been in all this trouble if you’d listened to me, Walter Mason! This is awful!”
“Oh, it’s better now, Linda,” said Walter, cheerfully. “We’ll soon be at the Hall dock.”
“And that’s where you should have landed Grace and me just as soon as the storm came up,” grumbled Linda.
“But we saw the canoe in trouble——”
“I didn’t see it!” snapped the girl, crossly.
“But I did,” Walter said warmly. “It would have been a wicked and inhuman thing to have turned away. We had to save Miss Sherwood and Miss Harley.”