"Can't some of the girls go, too?" called a feminine voice. "We're all dreadfully anxious, you know."
Hiram pursed up his mouth, as though reluctant. Then he proposed, grudgingly:
"A committee of two girls might go, if they're sure they'll keep out of the way when we're working. Just two! Which of the young ladies ought we to take, Mr. Prescott?"
"Why, I believe Miss Bentley and Miss Meade will be as satisfactory a committee as can be chosen," Dick smiled.
Some of the girls frowned their disappointment at being left out, but others clapped their hands. Laura and Belle stepped on the scow's platform.
"I wouldn't try to go, if I were you, Dan," urged. Dick, as young
Dalzell stepped forward to board the scow.
"I'm all right," Dan insisted.
"Sure you're all right?" questioned Hiram Driggs, eyeing Danny
Grin's wobbly figure.
"Of course I am," Dan protested, though he spoke rather weakly.
"Then there's a more important job for you," declared Mr. Driggs. "Stay here on the float with the rest of the young ladies, and explain to them just what you see us doing out yonder."