A whoop of delight came from McGlory.
"We've found him, George!" Matt heard him exclaim.
Then there came a splash of oars and a jolt as another boat bumped against the Sprite.
"Hold her steady, pard," McGlory went on, "and I'll get Matt out of this in a brace of shakes."
The next moment the cowboy scrambled into the launch.
"Where are you, Matt?" called McGlory.
"Never mind me," Matt answered; "put out the fire. Beat it out—use your coat."
The fire looked worse than it was in reality. Not much of the woodwork was afire, but the blazing waste had been scattered by the wind and was sending up smoke and flame from the stern almost to the driver's seat.
McGlory was thinking more about Matt than he was about the boat. However, he had his orders and did not stop to do any arguing. Jerking off his coat, he got to work at once.
Lorry helped. Fastening the skiff which had brought him and McGlory off from the shore, he likewise removed his coat, and the little Sprite rocked and pitched with the mad efforts of the two boys to get the best of the blaze.