“Who’s there?” cried Shirley, rising to her feet and pulling her chum up after her.
“Is that you, Shirley?” came a shout.
“Dad!” cried Shirley. “Yes, Mabel and I are here.”
“I’ll be across in a jiffy,” called the father.
“Be careful, Dad,” called Shirley, “the water is very deep. We tried to get across and couldn’t.”
There was no reply from the opposite side, but a moment later the splashing of water gave evidence that a horse was floundering into it. A few minutes later, dripping wet, Mr. Willing pulled up in front of the two girls, who had advanced to the edge of the water to meet him.
He dismounted quickly, and caught Shirley in his arms.
“Where is Cato?” he asked.
In a few words Shirley explained.
“You are both soaked,” exclaimed Mr. Willing. “You must get home to bed at once.”