Soon the two craft were moving over the sparkling waters of the Cove, which seemed to be trying to make up for what the sea had done the day before.
The boats kept close together, and talk and gay laughter passed back and forth. Then Jack and his chums, declaring they were going to see how far out toward the sea they could venture with safety, speeded up and left Cora and the girls in the Pet somewhat behind. But they did not mind–in fact, Belle insisted on keeping in safe waters. Nor was Cora averse to this.
The girls had been cruising about for perhaps an hour when Eline called:
“What is that over there?”
She pointed to a dark mass on the surface of the bay. Rosalie stood up to look.
“It’s a lot of spars lashed together,” she reported. “A sort of raft. Maybe it is from the wrecked vessel.”
“Then if it’s a raft there is some one on it!” cried Eline.
CHAPTER XXIV
SAFE ASHORE
“It’s a girl!”