Her pretty acquiescence won the girls at once. If any doubt assailed them as to the prudence of letting Pola go, their admiration for Pola’s gameness stilled it. Sidney rolled Pola’s shoes and stockings and her own in her sweater and hid them behind some logs. Then the little party waded out to the dory and embarked.
“We’re going to the Arabella,” Sidney whispered to Pola. She felt Pola shiver, but the girl made no protest. “We have to go ’round this way so’s no one can see us from the harbor. Sh—h!”
Silently they boarded the old hull, Lavender last. With the line from the dory in his hand the boy considered.
“If anyone comes up and sees the dory they’ll know someone’s aboard.”
“That’s true. What’ll we do?” whispered Sidney, anxiously.
“We can set her adrift. It’s an old tub anyway.”
“But how’ll we get ashore?”
“The tide’ll be out towards morning.”
“You mean swim?” cried Pola. “But I can’t swim! I—I—”
True, Pola’s complex! Sidney hastened to reassure her.