"Aw, it'll be all right!" cried Ted. "I won't let it tip over!"
So Janet let him pole out a little farther, until she saw that the shore was far away, and then she cried:
"I want to go back!"
"All right," answered Ted. "I don't want anybody on my raft who's a skeered. I'll go alone!"
He poled back to shore and Janet got off the raft. Then Teddy shoved the wabbly mass of boards and sticks, fastened together with crooked nails, out into the lake again. He had not gone very far before something happened. One end of the raft tipped up and the other end dipped down, and—off slid Teddy into the water.
"Oh! Oh!" screamed Janet. "You'll be drowned! I'm going to tell grandpa."
She ran to the camp with the news, and Mr. and Mrs. Martin came hurrying back. By this time Teddy had managed to get up and was standing in the water, which was not deep.
"I—I'm all right," he stammered. "Only I—I'm—wet!"
"I should say you were!" exclaimed his mother. "You mustn't go on any more rafts."
Teddy promised that he would not, and then, when he had put on dry clothes, he and Janet played other games that were not so dangerous. They had lots of fun in the camp on Star Island.