"You are safe, Tom," answered Dick kindly. "Don't you remember, the tree knocked you overboard?"
"Oh!" The fun-loving Rover drew a long breath. "Did you fish me out?"
"I jumped in after you, and Sam fished us both out."
"Good enough."
By this time some of the others were stepping forth from the wreck of the cabin. All were more or less excited, and the girls and ladies came out hatless and coatless despite the rain, which now seemed to come down with renewed fury, as if to add to their misery.
"Is anybody hurt?" demanded Dick.
"I was hit by a broken board," answered Mrs. Laning. "But it scared me more than anything else."
"One of the broken windows came in on me and covered me with glass," came from Songbird. "But wasn't that a crack of thunder! I thought it was the crack of doom!"
"And were you really hurled overboard?" asked Nellie, rushing up to Tom and almost embracing him. "You poor boy! How glad I am that you were not drowned!"
"Well, come to think of it, I'm glad myself," he returned with a little smile.