“They’ll have an upset if they’re not careful,” said Jerry, who was intently watching the girls.
Hardly had he spoken that one of the rowers “caught a crab.” Her oar, dipped into the water only a little distance, had, when she pulled strongly on it, given way suddenly. She fell backward and her companion trying to catch her, leaned to one side.
This was too much for the frail craft. It careened far over, water ran over the gunwale, and, an instant later the two girls were floundering about in the water.
“To the rescue!” cried Ned, standing up in the motor boat, and proceeding to take off his shoes and coat.
[CHAPTER VIII]
PLOTTING
With a turn of the steering wheel Bob sent the Dartaway toward where the girls were making frantic efforts to reach their overturned craft.
“Slow down, Chunky!” called Jerry. “You stand by and Ned and I will get the girls. Watch out you don’t run us down. There, they’ve both sunk! We’ll have to dive for ’em!”
Jerry had followed Ned’s example in divesting himself of his heaviest clothing. The two boys stood on the gunwale of the motor boat, and, as the craft slowly circled to where the girls had disappeared, guided by Bob, Ned and Jerry leaped overboard.