CHAPTER VIII
CLOSING DAYS
"Oh, Will, do hurry! My dress will be ruined!"
Thus called Grace, as she frantically waved to her brother to hasten his stroke.
"Huh!" he panted. "Dress! A nice time to think—of dresses—when they're—almost sinking!"
"Are they—do you think they'll sink—and be drowned?" faltered Percy.
"They may sink—they're not very likely to be drowned, though," grunted Will, as he glanced over his shoulder to get his course straight. "They can all swim. Pull on your left more. We'll pass 'em if you don't!"
"Sink! I can't—I can't swim. Oh, dear!" cried Percy.
"I know it. That's why I wanted you to come back and get me. You'd look nice rescuing four girls all alone," said Will. "And you not able to swim a stroke!"
"I could do it," protested Percy, in self-defense.