The young oarsman’s face grew sober. What if their chum had really gone to the bottom of Lake Otasco? It would be awful to tell Harry’s parents that their son was no more.
“We must find him, dead or alive, Blumpo. Take the tiller from Miss Vincent, and we’ll cruise around, with our eyes and ears wide open,” said Jerry, with determination.
CHAPTER V.
HARRY IS RESCUED.
“I can stay on deck, can’t I?” asked Dora, as she turned the tiller over to the homeless youth.
“If you wish. But be very careful when the sloop swings around,” replied Jerry. “You did very well,” he added.
Dora smiled at this. Then she went forward and settled down, in spite of the rain, to help look for Harry Parker, whose folks she knew fairly well.