“We betta——”
“Betta-be-good,” went up the shout as Betta attempted to preach. She never got farther than that first mispronounced two syllables nowadays.
Nora was now regarding the situation with more calmness. After the first fright it did not seem so dangerous, and the skill with which the jolly Scouts handled the task of bailing, was fascinating.
But suddenly something happened; no one shouted, no one even spoke, but in a twinkling the entire boatload of girls were scrambling in the water.
[CHAPTER X—A NOVEL INITIATION]
“Quick girls! Get Nora!”
This was the order given by Pell, who in emergencies assumed leadership.
“Here Nora,” called Betta, “just put your hand on my shoulder. We can almost walk in. Don’t be frightened.”
But Nora was terribly frightened. That water! And not being able to swim a stroke!
“Look!” called out Thistle, who was now standing in the more shallow water, “it is only up to my shoulders. Just bring Nora out here and she can wade in,” announced the Scotch girl.