“YOU BRAVE GIRL!” CRIED TOM IRRESISTIBLY.
“We won’t let you, ma’am,” assured the sailor at the rail. “Be speedy now. There’s more to follow.”
The descent of seven of the ladies was accomplished. Tom had not caught a murmur of protest or fear from the plucky little maiden who had waited her turn till the last.
A shriek loud and ringing went up from the seventh lady, for just as Tom seized her both of them were nearly hurled into the water. A fearful gust of wind had driven the launch with a crash against the hull of the steamer. The same terrific force gave the steamer a lurch, and she threatened to turn turtle. As she righted, although the ladder was flopping about like a whiplash, Grace sprang past the sailor at the rail, slid one-half the length of the ladder, was swung out, and just caught in Tom’s arms as the captain of the steamer roared out in thunder tones:
“Slip the cable, you lubber, or the launch will be crushed!”
“You brave girl!” cried Tom irresistibly.
“Oh, Tom, can I help?” inquired Grace.
“Yes, quiet those in the cabin.”
Bill sounded the bell at the wheel and Tom with lightning speed made a dash for the lever. He reversed just as the giant hull of the steamer flung down with crushing force.
“Fire! murder! help! police!” yelled the frantic fat old man on deck, as his fond hopes vanished with the receding launch.