It was Tom Slade who spoke now. "We couldn't do any more than try," said he. He spoke in that dull, heavy manner, and it annoyed Roy, for it seemed as if he were making fun of the girl's bereavement.
Perhaps it seemed the same to her, for she turned the subject at once. "I'm going to sit here until you are in the boat," she said.
They pulled the Good Turn as near the shore as they could bring her without grounding for the tide was running out, and Pee-wee held her with the rope while the others went aboard over a plank laid from the shore to the deck. Then Pee-wee followed, hurrying, for there was nothing to hold her now.
They clambered up on the cabin, Roy waving the naval flag, and Pee-wee the name pennant, while Tom cast the anchor, for already the Good Turn was drifting.
"Good-bye!" they cried.
"Good-bye!" she called back, waving her handkerchief as the auto started, "and good luck to you!"
"We'll try to do a good turn some day to make up," shouted Pee-wee.