"I should say not! That water was certainly wet!"
He had taken off his coat and was wringing it out, while Alice managed to get some of the water from the lower part of her skirts.
"Then you aren't going to swim back?" asked Russ.
"I should say not!" exclaimed Paul, with energy. "Isn't there a bridge somewhere around here, where we can cross?"
"About half a mile down," answered Russ, "I came that way."
"Are you sure you're all right, and able to walk, Alice?" Paul inquired, anxiously. "If not, I could go for a carriage. That is, if you will wait."
"Of course I can walk," she answered, promptly, as she tried to arrange her hair in some sort of order.
"Don't worry about that," said Paul, quickly. "It looks nicer that way."
"As if I would believe that!" she challenged. "Well, if we're going, let's go. Don't forget, Russ, what you promised about getting us in the rear entrance. I wouldn't have Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon see me this way for anything—I'd never hear the last of it!"
"Does your head hurt?" asked Paul, coming closer to examine the spot where the floating log had hit Alice.