“Oh, yes, Dick is as good as gold. He’ll do just as you tell him. I guess he was rather scared when he went over. But he can swim, only I was rather afraid to let him try this time.”
“What about your boat?” asked Eline.
“She will stay here. The anchor fell out when she went over, so she won’t drift. I’ll get one of the men to tow her ashore and right her. She’s a good little old tub. She’s capsized before.”
With that the lighthouse maid made a graceful dive and was soon swimming alongside Cora’s boat. The latter and Eline now rowed to the lighthouse, the girl in the water following, and the autoists on shore breathing more freely.
“Wasn’t that splendid of Cora!” cried Belle.
“Just fine!” declared Bess.
“Sis was right on the mark!” exclaimed Jack, with pardonable pride. “I wonder who that girl in the red suit is?”
“She’s some swimmer; believe me!” declared Norton in admiration.
“She is that,” agreed Walter.
“Say, it’s going to be no joke to get Cora’s car up that hill of sand,” declared Ed, glancing back to it.