“Good thing you girls saw it,” declared Darry, when the boys lumbered along to the raft. “If you hadn’t been so scared you never would have beat us. Would they, Burd?”
“Of course not,” agreed his friend. “And how Jess can swim—when there is a man-eating shark after her!”
“Don’t make fun,” Jessie said, somewhat exasperated. “It might have been a shark. Then where would you have been?”
“Either here or inside the shark,” said Darry. “One thing sure, he never could have caught you girls.”
“Well,” Amy sighed, “we had all the excitement of racing with a shark, even if the shark was only in our minds. I’ll never be so scared by one again.”
“Goodness!” exclaimed Jessie. “I know I shall always be nervous in the water here after this. I’ll always be looking for one. What an awful feeling it is to try to swim when one is being pursued by——”
“By a pair of swimming wings,” chuckled Burd. “Some imagination you’ve got, my dear Jess.”
There was a serious side to the matter, however. Although the shark scare had proved to be groundless, the quartette decided to say nothing about it to those ashore.
“Especially to Momsy,” Jessie Norwood said. “I don’t want to make her nervous. Little things annoy her.”
“She’ll be some annoyed by little Hen, then,” chuckled Amy. “Hen is worse than any shark you ever saw.”