"

"Let me get aboard--I'll talk when--when I get rid of--of--some of
this water!" panted Larry Dexter. "Can you save the others?"

"I've got one!" shouted Paul. "Give me a hand, Innis!"

Together the two cadets lifted into the motorboat a limp and
bedraggled figure. And, no sooner had he gotten a glimpse of the
man's face, than Innis Beeby cried:

"By Jove! If it isn't my cousin, Whitfield Vardon!"



CHAPTER II
THE COLONEL'S OFFER


Two more surprised youths than Dick Hamilton and Innis Beeby would
have been hard to find. That the young millionaire should meet
Larry Dexter, a newspaper reporter with whom he had been acquainted
some time, in this startling fashion was one thing to wonder at, but
that Innis should help in the rescue of his cousin, of whom he had
just been speaking, was rather too much to crowd into a few
strenuous moments.

"Whitfield!" gasped Innis, when his cousin had been safely gotten
aboard. "How in the world did you get here? And was that your
craft?"