"I trust not," answered Joe. "Sit still, please, or the boat will surely
go over."

As best he could Joe hoisted Mabel into the craft and then clambered in
himself. As he did so the unfortunate girl gave a gasp and opened her
eyes.

"Oh!" she murmured.

"You are safe now, Mabel!" said one of her companions.

"And to think it was my fault!" murmured the plump young lady. "I shall
never forgive myself as long as I live!"

Mabel Mallison had swallowed some water, but otherwise she was unhurt.
But her pretty blue dress was about ruined, and Joe's new suit did not
look near as well as it had when he had donned it.

"Let us row for the hotel," said one of the young ladies. "Are you all
right?" she asked of Joe.

"Yes, ma'am, barring the wetting."

"It was brave of you to go down after Mabel."

"Indeed it was!" cried that young lady. "If it hadn't been for you I
might have been drowned." And she gave a deep shudder.

"I saw she was caught and that's why I went over after her," answered