“You let me finish it for you and see if I don’t get it right,” said Garry, soothingly. “Jeff pulled the rope so as to save Benty, who couldn’t swim very well. But Benty must have let go. That right, Jeff?”
“Yes, and—”
“Now wait a minute.” Garry looked across the fire at Tom. “And all there was at the end of the rope was a board from the skiff. The skiff must have been all smashed to pieces. It was the board that had the ring in it that the boat was tied to——”
“Yes?” said Tom.
“Well, that’s all there is to it. Stanton pulled it aboard thinking his friend was clinging to it. And when he saw how it was he dived for him——”
“I dived right away,” interrupted Harry Stanton, shuddering, “and I swam all around and I called—I swam way out and then there was a big light that dazzled me——”
“And that’s all,” concluded Garry. “He can’t tell you any more because he doesn’t remember any more till he was in Mr. Waring’s house. We’re going to try to find out about it, aren’t we. Stan?”
He moved closer to the boy and put his arm about his shoulder with a significant look at the others as if to ask them not to question him further.
“And he wants us all to go down to Nyack with him in his own boat which has the other one beat forty-’leven ways. He says he wouldn’t ride in that old tub now, hey, Stan? And you can keep it or sink it just as you please. And when we get to Nyack he wants a committee of three scouts to go home with him while the rest of us stay on the boat. And after that, if we can fix it up, we’re all going to take a cruise up the river and through the lakes for a little call on Uncle Sam at Plattsburg. Hey, Stan?”
“And the three scouts that he wants to go up home with him (he’s very particular about it) are Tom Slade and Roy and Pee-wee Harris, because they’re the ones who were there last year and they know his sister, so it’s up to them to take him back.”