CHAPTER XXI
A NEW HAND AT THE WHEEL
MARIE had entirely recovered consciousness when the lads entered the steward's cabin. But the child's face was chalky white, her lips colorless and her eyes dull.
Captain Simms had sent for his wife, who, ill in her stateroom, had not known of the exciting events that were taking place at the other end of the ship. Mrs. Simms forgot all about her seasickness when summoned and told what had happened.
Marie's eyes lighted up when they rested on the dripping forms of the Iron Boys.
"Hello, kiddie," greeted Jarvis. "How'd you like your swim?"
"Come and kiss me," answered the child simply.
Jarvis blushed, but braced himself. Then, stooping over, he gently kissed the little one on the cheek.
"You, too, Steve," she nodded with compelling eyes.