a pair of strong teeth seized hold of her blouse. Tom's setter dog,
Brownie, had managed to swim to his master. The animal's gallant
effort to save Tom inspired Madge to fresh effort, and once more she
took up the battle for her life and that of her friend.




CHAPTER XIII

LIFE OR DEATH?

"Is there no hope?" a voice asked despairingly.

"There is hope for a long time," answered Phyllis Alden quietly. "I
have heard my father say that people may sometimes be revived after
being in the water for many hours."

"She must live, or I can not bear it," declared Tom Curtis brokenly.
"Oh, won't some one go for a doctor? Can't you do something else for
her?"

"The man has gone for a doctor, Tom," soothed Mrs. Curtis. "Does your
arm pain you much?"

"Never mind my arm," groaned Tom. "She saved my life, mother, and now
she's dead." His voice broke.

"You mustn't say that," cried Phyllis sharply. "She _can't_ be dead."