As the boys changed the course of the skiff, Bert suddenly exclaimed, “Look at that, will you? See that canoe!”
The canoe in which Ben had capsized had been left to itself and was steadily drifting toward the shore of the island. Suddenly it was lifted from the water, and the long form of Ben appeared as he carried the little craft upon his shoulders, his head still remaining concealed beneath the boat.
Not heeding the shout which greeted his welcome appearance, Ben waded ashore, and after depositing his burden upon the bank, turned and quietly faced his companions.
His solemn manner, his dripping clothing, and above all the relief which all felt at his escape caused the shouts to be renewed; but Ben slowly approached the group of girls and said, “Miss Bessie, I’m ready to try it again. Shall we take the same course?”
“No, sir!” exclaimed that young lady. “You’ve frightened us almost to death, and I’ll not be responsible for your safety any more.”
“But I was safe, perfectly safe,” replied Ben, soberly. “I’m at home in the water, every time.”
“It’s a pity you’re not more at home on it, then,” replied Bessie, with a nervous little laugh. “How did you escape? Where were you?”
“Who, me? Why, I swam up under the canoe, it sheltered my delicate face from the sun, you see, and I just pushed it ashore.”
The others had landed by this time, and although the boys joined in the laughter, Ben could see that Mr. Clarke was annoyed by the trick he had played.