“Of course I can,” answered Jennie, and sprang up from her seat to take the oars.
“Be careful!” came in a warning from Joe, as the boat began to rock.
“Oh, I'm not afraid!” said the plump young lady, and leaned forward to catch hold of one oar. Just then her foot slipped and she fell on the gunwale, causing the boat to tip more than ever. As she did this, Mabel Mallison, who was leaning over the side, gazing down into the clear waters of the lake, gave a shriek.
“Oh, save me!” came from her, and then she went over, with a loud splash.
Joe was startled, and the ladies left in the boat set up a wail of terror.
“She will be drowned!”
“Oh, save her! Save her, somebody!”
“It is my fault!” shrieked the plump young lady. “I tipped the boat over!”
Joe said nothing, but looked over the side of the boat. He saw the body of Mabel Mallison not far away. But it was at the lake bottom and did not offer to rise.
“It's queer she doesn't come up,” he thought.