"Yes," he returned; "luckily I got off my coat and vest as I ran, so I saved my watch, but everything else is wet fast enough."
"How did it happen?" I asked.
"She was trying to get sugar-pears from those trees by the water," George answered; "and I suppose she lost her balance. I was going along the road and heard her scream."
"Along the road?" I echoed; for I knew Davis Cove is too far from the road for him to have heard a cry.
"She fell in just by the old shipyard on the point," he said.
"The boys were in swimming in the cove," Kathie explained, in a way which was of course unintelligible to George.
"Well," George commented, after a moment in which he seemed to clear up her meaning, "the next time you want sugar-pears you'd better get them when the boys are out of the way, so you needn't go in swimming yourself."
We had been walking along the road as we talked, and by this time had reached the Foot-bridge. I told George he must go home and get on dry clothing, and I would see to Kathie. He demurred at first, but I insisted, so he left us to cross the bridge alone. We walked in silence almost across the bridge, and then I asked her what kept bumping against me as I held her up.
"It's rocks in my pocket," she answered, quite in a matter-of-fact way. "I put 'em there to sink me."