"All right. Jump in, both of you."
Mont and Jack were not slow in taking her advice. Both scrambled over the rotten rail, and into the boat, which fortunately was rather roomy.
"Shall I take the oars?" asked the young machinist, who, though not an expert, could still handle the oars fairly well.
"Nope. I can row better'n either of you. Off we go!" And with one quick stroke this slender girl sent the craft far out on the water.
Before she had time to take a dozen strokes Max Pooler appeared upon the deck closely followed by Mosey.
The surprise was great on both sides, and for an instant nothing was said or done.
"Come back, Meg!" called out Max Pooler, rushing to the rail as soon as he had recovered from his astonishment. "Come back, or it will be the worse for you!"
"I'm goin' to row 'em over to the shore," replied the young girl. "It's just what I started to do."
The master of the island stamped his foot in rage. "You little good for nothing! Bring that boat back without another word!"
Meg continued to row without replying.