Mollie."

"Perhaps," was the reply.

"I'm sorry you can't count on me," sail Grace, "but really I'd have
nervous prostration if I went down there, even though it's only ten
feet deep, as you say."

"Well, getting nervous prostration under water would be a very bad
idea," commented Betty.

"And I'm sure I never could do it," remarked Amy. "Do let the boys
manage it, Bet. The lads who own the canoe will be glad of the
chance."

"I'm going to move out a couple of stones, so Betty won't beat my
record," laughed Mollie, diving again. She bobbed up a moment later.

"Oh, dear!" she cried. "An eel slid right over me. Ugh! I'm not going
down again!" and she shivered. Even the fearless Mollie had had enough
of the under-water work.

By means of a cord and a float the position of the sunken canoe was
marked, so that the boys could locate it, and when they returned from
a rather unsuccessful fishing trip, they readily agreed to raise the
boat. It did not take them long to remove the stones, for Will, Frank
and Allen were all expert swimmers, and could remain under water much
longer than can most persons.

Then a rope was made fast to the canoe, which would not rise