We planed along the water, while the motor-boat sped off with its baffled passengers. Finally we stopped, in a cloud of spray.
Together, Burnside and I reached down and caught Elaine, not a moment too soon, dragging her into the boat of the hydroaeroplane.
If we had not had all we could do, we might have heard a shout of encouragement and relief from the hill where Woodward and Arnold and the rest were watching anxiously.
I threw my coat about her, as the brave girl heroically clung to us, half conscious.
"Oh—Walter," she murmured, "you were just in time."
"I wish I could have been sooner," I apologized.
"They—they didn't cut the cable—did they?" she asked, as we rose from the water again, bearing her now to safety. "I did my best."
CHAPTER XI
THE WIRELESS DETECTIVE
Del Mar made his way cautiously along the bank of a little river at the mouth of which he left the boat after escaping from the little steamer.