"Boys, it's Olly Burdeen!"
"No!" "Jingo!" "You don't say!" exclaimed the twins, who wouldn't believe him until they turned their heads and saw for themselves.
"Hullo, Olly!" called Moke.
"How did you ever get there?" asked Poke.
"Pull, boys!" said Perce impatiently, as they held their oars while looking around. "He must have been aboard the yacht,"—for as yet Olly made no answer. He was in fact too much agitated with joy and gratitude, after his long hours of suffering in mind and body, to make any coherent explanations.
The dory came dancing over the waves.
"Where's the yacht?" Perce demanded.
"I don't know anything about any yacht," answered the miserable, happy Olly, stepping down to the water's edge to meet his deliverers.
"Hasn't the Susette been lost?" Perce inquired.
As he was still some little distance away, and the waves were dashing on the rocks, all Olly understood was something about the Susette being lost.