“It’s Stacy’s hat,” cried Elfreda. “Oh, this is too bad. Cannot something be done?”
“There he goes! He will be drowned. Somebody stop him!” begged Emma as Lieutenant Wingate plunged into the lake and began beating his way towards the overturned canoe. Hippy had not even paused to remove any part of his clothing.
“Come back!” shouted Grace shrilly.
“Come back!” urged Tom. “Even if he is there you can’t help him now.”
“Don’t worry. I am all right,” came back Lieutenant Wingate’s voice, sounding far away.
“Me savvy plenty cold watel,” piped Woo Smith, but no one gave heed to his words, and it is doubtful if any of the Overlanders even heard him.
“I don’t believe Stacy is drowned at all,” declared Emma. “You will laugh at me, but I have a thought message that he isn’t.”
“This is no time for nonsense, my dear,” rebuked Elfreda.
“It isn’t nonsense, it’s transmigration,” protested Emma.
About this time they observed that Hippy was close to the dugout, and all eyes were fixed anxiously on him. They saw him grasp the turned-over boat, then dive under it. Hippy was out of sight but a few moments when his head was seen bobbing up on the opposite side of the dugout.