“Save them! Save them!” Mr. Ford continued to call out, and tried his best to bring the yacht around again.
By the time the rowboat was at hand the girls had disappeared once more. As quick as a flash Andy dove overboard, for he had caught a brief glimpse of Flossie’s dress.
“I see the other one, Pep!” called out Jack. “Keep the boat handy!” And then he followed Andy into the water.
It was a long dive for Jack, but it brought him close beside Laura, and soon he had hold of the girl and was bringing her to the surface. She clutched him tightly, and he had all he could do to keep her from shutting off his breath.
“Don’t—don’t hold so tight—you—you are safe,” he gasped, when they got their heads above water. “Here is a rowboat. I’ll put you in that!”
“Oh!” murmured Laura. “Ple—please don’t let me go down again!”
“I won’t. Here’s the boat. Now easy, Pep, or you’ll tip over.”
“I’ve got her, Jack,” was the reply, and bracing himself in the rowboat, Pepper hauled the young lady aboard.
“I’VE GOT HER, JACK!”