“Of course,” Penny agreed generously. “And if there’s anything I can do to help—”
The float creaked and both girls turned to see Bill Evans coming toward them.
“Hi!” he greeted the girls impartially. “Miss Ottman, wonder if I can get you to help me?”
“I suppose you’re having trouble with that motor of yours again,” sighed Sara. “Or should I say yet?”
“I’ve lost it in the river,” Bill confessed sheepishly. “Blamed thing cost me sixty dollars second-hand too!”
“In the river!” gasped Penny. “What did you do, get peeved and toss it overboard?”
The saddened young man shook his head. “Guess I didn’t have it fastened on very well. Anyhow, just as I was leaving the dock, off she fell into about ten feet of water.”
“I hope you buoyed the spot,” said Sara.
“Yes, I marked it with a floating can. Some of the boys have been trying to get ’er up for me, but no luck. If you can do it, I’ll pay five dollars.”
“Well, I’m pretty busy,” Miss Ottman said in a harassed voice. “Burt’s not here and it keeps me jumping to run the launch and rent the canoes. But I’ll see what I can do this afternoon.”