"Turn the engine loose, Roundy."
Roundy wiped a perspiring forehead. "The engine's doing all it can right now."
Bunny gave rapid-fire directions. "Roundy, if there's any rescuing to do, you're the prize swimmer; so you'll do it. S. S., you handle the engine and the steering gear. Everybody else, stand ready to help. Bring our starboard up as close to the boat as you can and hold it there."
Shoes and stockings kicked off, Roundy leaned over the side. "If they are all right, we can just pull them in; but if they are too scared, I'll jump in after them." He broke off to chuckle.
"What is it?"
"I'll eat my hat if the girl on the right isn't Marion Genevieve Chester!"
There was an eager second of straining.
"It's Marion Genevieve, all right, and she's so scared she doesn't know her stylish name."
"Bring us up close, S. S. Graze it if you can."