"Saw whom?" asked her father. "What do you mean?"
"Why, I saw him—that boy," and Flossie seemed surprised that her father did not understand.
"What boy?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "Did you fall asleep there, Flossie, and were you dreaming, when you fell in?"
"No, mamma. I didn't fall asleep. I saw HIM, I tell you."
"I heard her say something about seeing some one, just as she went over the rail, head first," Dorothy said.
"But whom do you mean, Flossie?" asked puzzled Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Why, that boy—the one the bad man whipped."
"Oh, Will Watson!" exclaimed Bert. "Where did you see him, Flossie?
Was he in one of the excursion boats that went past?"
"No, he was on our boat—down there," and Flossie pointed straight down. "I saw him!" she declared.
"I guess she must have dozed off a little, and dreamed it," spoke Mr. Bobbsey, with a smile. "That was it. The sun was so hot, that she just slept a little as she was fishing. She might have had a bite, and that awakened her so suddenly that she gave a jump and fell over the rail. I must have it built higher. Then there won't be any danger."