"Tell him you forgot how—your skirts tangled you up—anything!"
Rosalind nodded her head reluctantly.
"All—right."
Reggy Williams was now hidden from view at a bend in the path, which he was already ascending. Rosalind gasped abruptly.
"My clothes!" she exclaimed. "I fell overboard and—and I'm not even wet!"
"Ouch!" cried the boatman. "I forgot. But wait!"
He dashed into the cabin, then reappeared carrying a large galvanized-iron pail. It seemed to be heavy.
A second later and the contents of it—cold, pure water from the great St. Lawrence—descended upon Rosalind like a cloud-burst.
"Now you're O.K. for the part," grinned the boatman as he tossed the pail aside.
"You—you—"