RESCUED.
All those on the Christina were astounded at the move made by the two boys.
"Leave 'em in the water for a while!" shouted Brady, Sr. "I guess that'll take the ginger out of 'em. Don't be in any hurry, captain, about turning around."
The captain could not have turned very quickly, even if he had wanted to. With all sail set, the Christina was driving through the water at race-horse speed. It would take time, and she would inevitably have to get a long way from the boys before she could be put about.
Both Carl and Ferral were good swimmers and had little difficulty in keeping themselves afloat, hampered though they were with their wet clothing.
"We're in for it now, Carl!" gurgled Ferral. "That sailboat will put about and we'll be hauled aboard—then that swab of a Brady will have us just where he wants us." Ferral rose in the water, shook his head to clear his eyes, and peered after the Christina. "They're coming around now," he added.
"Led dem come aroundt all vat dey blease," sputtered Carl; "Matt vill pull us oudt oof der vet pefore dey ged here."
"Matt?" echoed Ferral.
"Look oferheadt vonce, Tick."
Ferral took a look upward. Rushing toward that part of the lake and swooping downward like a huge bird was an air ship. The strange craft was almost upon him and Carl. Two men were leaning over the guard rail of the car on each side; both held coiled ropes in their hands, and one of them was shouting instructions to Matt, who was in charge of the motor.