"And as I live, if it isn't—Bobby's life saver!" declared the young man. "Well, turn about is surely fair play, and I'm glad I got my innings in."
"However did you find us?" asked Julia when they were making sure the Blowell could "sail under her own steam" as Neal put it.
"I didn't—I just happened by. Out trying my new motor boat——"
"She's a beauty," commented Mae, feeling foolish as she uttered the words, for any old tug boat would have been a beauty under the circumstances.
How differently everything looked now! It was almost worth while being in peril to experience the joy of rescue.
"How did you like it over there?" called Neal, who was now keeping close enough alongside the Blowell to permit of conversation.
"Nice little island," answered Cleo. "I guess picnickers like it there."
"I fancy not," replied the young man. "Folks are not invited over there, I understand."
"Why?" questioned Eugenia, who was interested in the kindergarten effort discovered on the island.
"Nobody knows and nobody cares," he replied, using the words of the latest popular song.