“I told you that myself,” was the retort.
“I’ve waited two hours for Banks now.”
“He’s got delayed somehow.”
“The only bother is the rescue of the heroine in the mill race.”
“Cut that act out, then.”
“Why, it’s the thriller of the scene. No, I can’t do that. None of the fellows can swim, though, and I don’t see what we are going to do.”
Dave fancied he understood the situation. In an eager way he pressed forward.
“Mr. Alden,” he said, “can’t I be of some help to you?”
“Hey, what?” exclaimed the man, looking Dave over. “A boy? But then—look here, can you swim?”
“Like a fish.”