Her red lips parted in a bonnie smile, while her blue eyes danced with fun and merriment.
“Oh,” she answered, “it is nothing. I only came up to help poor Pete. I often and often steer my daddy’s boat.”
Antonio stooped down and kissed her hair, then led her gently below.
Here he found Barclay busy restoring things to order. They had been in a state of chaos, but no one was hurt.
Not even Muffie the honest cat, who was sitting on the top of the table singing, and apparently as happy as a viking of old.
. . . . . .
The danger of broaching to was now very great, and it took a load off the little captain’s mind when he at last discovered a French tug-boat bearing down to their assistance.
In half-an-hour more they were safe and sound in Dieppe harbour.
No sooner had Antonio landed the girls and seen them safely to a good hotel under Pandoo’s charge, than he hastened to cable to Fisherton.