“Oh, I wish I’d get one!” echoed Tess.
“Let me see!” fairly shouted Dot. “Let me see the fish, Hank!” She struggled to her feet, and the next moment a wild cry rang out.
“She’s fallen in! Oh, she’s fallen in! Oh, get her out!”
[CHAPTER XII—NEALE WONDERS]
Dot’s startled cries roused all on board the Bluebird. Neale and Mr. Howbridge dropped the cot they were setting in place under the awning, and rushed to the railing of the deck. Inside the boat Ruth, Agnes and Mrs. MacCall hurried to windows where they could look out toward the stern where the fishing party had seated themselves.
“Man overboard!” sang out Neale, hardly thinking what he was doing.
But, to the surprise of all the startled ones, they saw at the stern of the boat, Hank, Dot and Tess, and from Hank’s line was dangling a wiggling fish.
But Dot was pointing to something in the water.
“Why!” exclaimed Ruth, “no one has fallen in. What can the child mean?”
“She said—” began Agnes, but she was interrupted by Dot who exclaimed: