“But maybe they’ve hurt Denny!” said Walter.
“I’m all right,” asserted the fisherman, as he slowly arose. “He just cut off my wind for a minute. I’m all right. But where are the papers?” and he looked about the floor, on which were scattered pieces of the broken red oar.
“They’re safe,” answered Jack. “Cora, my sister, has them. Guess we’d better look for her though.”
There was no need, as Cora, holding the papers in her hand, re-entered the cabin at that moment. Only one edge of the legal documents was burned, and no real harm had been done.
While the motor girls, and the boys and the neighboring men, who had come to the rescue all but too late, were looking at one another there was heard, at the dock, the puffing of a motor boat.
“There they go!” exclaimed Walter.
“Well, that’s the best way,” said Jack. “We’re glad to get rid of them.”
“How did you girls get here?” asked Ed.
“How was it you boys didn’t get here?” demanded Cora, still panting from her exertions.
Explanations were then in order. I will be as brief with them as I can. How the girls came to go to the cabin is already known. And how the boys, foolishly perhaps, went out on the bay while waiting for Denny to come back, and how they became stalled, is likewise known to my readers.