Taking off his coat he began working over the unconscious girl. He was assisted by several women, and in a few minutes the boys, who had been looking on, saw the maiden open her eyes.
“I guess she’s all right,” said Jerry. “Come on, let’s get out of this. I don’t want to answer a lot of questions. We’ve got a good chance to skip while the crowd is all in a bunch.”
The boys, after talking the matter over as the boat sped away decided they would say nothing to their folks about the rescue.
“If we do they’ll get all excited and think an accident happens every time we take the boat out,” said Jerry.
“Suppose they ask us what makes us so wet?” asked Ned.
“Well, we’ll not lie about it, of course,” said Jerry. “Only I hate to have a fuss made.”
There was no need to answer questions about their wet clothes. It was dusk when the boys got back to Cresville, and they were able to get into their homes unobserved.
But if they hoped to have the incident go unnoticed they were doomed to disappointment. Two days later, when they were preparing for a spin one afternoon, Andy Rush came leaping down to the dock, waving a paper aloft.
“So that’s how you do it!” he exclaimed. “Brave rescuers—save lives—right on the job—dive under water—rush ashore—rush away again—say nothing—modest—but it’s all found out!”
“What’s the matter now, Andy?” asked Jerry.