“I thought you said you could steer,” growled Frank.
“I could, only the rudder got jammed. It wasn’t my fault. Wow! This is tough!”
By this time Tom had assisted Miss Philock to the shore, and Professor Tines, seeing the lady, whom it developed later, he had been escorting from a lecture, hastened to join her.
“I trust you have suffered no injuries,” he said.
“No. And you, Professor Tines?” she asked, and Tom fancied there was a note of anxiety in her voice.
“Oh I am all right, except that I am very much upset over this annoyance.”
“I fancy we all were,” said Miss Philock, with better grace than Tom had dared hoped she would show. “It was an accident.”
“I am not so sure of that,” said the Latin teacher grimly.
“Oh, it was, I assure you!” broke in Dutch earnestly. “I couldn’t work the rudder. We—we didn’t mean to do it.”