"He jumped into the briny deep, and rescued the beautiful heroine of the moving-picture company," was the answer. "Oh, you just ought to have seen it, Jessie. The poor girl was going down for the last time when Dave, with a do-or-die look on his handsome face, leaped into the flying spume, and struck out boldly——"
"Ben, will you please stop?" pleaded Dave. "I never heard such foolish talk before in my life!"
"But he did jump overboard, and he did save the girl," broke in Phil. "If he hadn't gone after her she might have drowned."
"Who was she?" asked Laura; while Jessie, wide-eyed, showed her interest.
"The leading lady of the film company—a Miss Della Ford," answered the shipowner's son. "A mighty nice young lady, too—real stylish—golden-brown hair, dreamy brown eyes, and all that sort of thing, you know."
"Oh, Dave, that was splendid of you to save her from drowning!" said Jessie.
"Indeed it was!" added Ben. "And she was mighty grateful, too," he went on. "She grabbed Dave's hands for all she was worth, and, at one time, I thought she was going to throw her arms right around his neck."
"Oh, Ben!"
"Well, it seemed that way to me, anyway—and she was a stunning looking girl, too, I can tell you!"
"She was not going to do anything of the kind, Jessie! Don't pay any attention to him," broke in Dave, and now his face was decidedly red. "Come on! Let's get into the auto and get to the house; I'm hungry," and he started to help the two girls into the tonneau of the automobile.