"Where is she? Do you see her? Throw out a buoy!" exclaimed the young owner of the yacht. "Hey, Skipper Pandrick! Lower the boat."
"Man overboard!" shouted Burd Alling.
"Get out!" exclaimed Darry. "It's not a man at all. It's little Hen. Is that right, Jessie? Did you see her fall?"
"No-o," replied Jessie. "But she's not here. Where else could she have gone?"
Burd stared up and all about. Amy said promptly:
"You needn't look into the air, Burd. Hen certainly didn't fly away."
The skipper arrived, but he was not excited. "Who did you say had gone overboard, Mr. Darry?" he asked.
"What does it matter? Can't we save her without so much red tape?" snapped Darry. "Come on, Skipper! Get out the boat."
"You mean the little girl who stood right here?" asked the man. "Well, now, I saw how she was playing her line. She didn't have it fastened to a cleat. And she sure didn't just now fasten it when she went overboard. No, I guess not."
"Oh! Maybe he is right," cried Jessie, with much relief.