Darry kept right along, pulling with even more vim than before.
"Bully boy! she's coming! I can feel her move each time. If only an inch, it is something. We're going to get her off! It's a cinch, I tell you!"
Plainly Paul Singleton was considerably excited over the changed prospect that confronted him, and his cries gave the lad heart to exert himself to the utmost.
Suddenly he found that he was towing the launch behind him.
She had left her berth in between the two rocks and floated on the waves.
The owner gave a last whoop of delight.
"I knew if anyone could accomplish it, you would. I think you must be my good genius, Darry. To think of our meeting again here in the middle of the bay and just when I was on my way to your home to see if I could induce you to keep your half-given promise. It's great! Tell me about destiny after this."
That was the way Paul was calling out, as he busied himself in righting things aboard the jaunty little cedar craft.
