is any there. Hold her with her head down. That's all right! Now,
then, let's get ashore as fast as we can."

As the canoe had overturned the captain of the Dart, who was in
the pilot house, seeing the accident, had rung for slow speed and,
putting the yacht about, hurried back to the place. But, except
for the fortunate presence of the boys, it is doubtful if he would
have arrived in time to be of any assistance.

"Can we help you in any way?" called Mr. Whilden, the owner of the
yacht, who was standing at the gangway as it ran down close to the
boat. "I was afraid we wouldn't get here in time."

"There is an unconscious girl here that would be better on your
boat," replied Rand.

"All right," responded Mr. Whilden, "we'll take her on board.
Can you come alongside?" This end was shortly accomplished, then,
lifting the girl up in their arms, Donald and Rand passed her to
Mr. Whilden and the captain.

"Have you a doctor on board?" called Pepper. "She needs attention
right away."

"Yes," responded a gentleman who was standing by. "I am a physician,
I will take care of her."

At this moment there was a scream from a lady on the yacht as she
caught sight of the girl. "Why it is Nellie! She is dead!" she
cried, and would have fallen to the deck if she had not been caught