Bob obeyed the order and the propeller churned the water in the effort to overcome the momentum of the boat.
"Just right."
The words came just as the boat struck something with the slightest of shocks and, in another minute she was securely fastened under the lea of the wharf.
"Talk about luck," Jack grinned as he shook the water from his arms which had been soaked as he reached out beneath the canvas top in order to make the boat fast.
"Don't see how you did it," Bob assured him.
"Just pure luck," Jack repeated. "My, but that water's wet."
Bob was about to say something when a shrill cry arrested his attention and, glancing out through the tiny window in the side of the top, he saw a woman struggling to make her way toward them.
"Now I wonder——" he began, but before he could get any further the woman had reached the side of the boat and was making frantic gestures for him to come out.
"It's Mrs. Leeds," he shouted to Jack as, without a moment's hesitation he pushed aside a flap of the covering and crawled out onto the wharf.
He was drenched to the skin in an instant but, from the woman's appearance he had judged that something serious was the matter. Nor was he mistaken.