“My daughters! My daughters!” came in an agonizing cry from Rossmore Ford. “Save them! Save them! I cannot swim!” “We’ll save them!” shouted back Jack, and bent to the oars of the rowboat, while Pepper did the same. Andy was in the bow, and stood up, ready to dive overboard should it become necessary to do so. The mishaps had occurred some distance away and it took nearly a minute for the small craft to reach the locality. In the meantime both Laura and Flossie had reappeared and were shrieking for help. Both could swim a little, but not enough to keep up with all of their clothing and their shoes on. “Save them! Save them!” Mr. Ford continued to call out, and tried his best to bring the yacht around again. By the time the rowboat was at hand the girls had disappeared once more. As quick as a flash Andy dove overboard, for he had caught a brief glimpse of Flossie’s dress. “I see the other one, Pep!” called out Jack. “Keep the boat handy!” And then he followed Andy into the water. It was a long dive for Jack, but it brought him close beside Laura, and soon he had hold of the girl and was bringing her to the surface. She clutched him tightly, and he had all he could do to keep her from shutting off his breath. “Don’t—don’t hold so tight—you—you are safe,” he gasped, when they got their heads above water. “Here is a rowboat. I’ll put you in that!” “Oh!” murmured Laura. “Ple—please don’t let me go down again!” “I won’t. Here’s the boat. Now easy, Pep, or you’ll tip over.” “I’ve got her, Jack,” was the reply, and bracing himself in the rowboat, Pepper hauled the young lady aboard. “I’VE GOT HER, JACK!” “I’VE GOT HER, JACK!” “Where’s Andy?” questioned the young major, looking around. “I see him,” answered Pepper, and a moment later Andy came up, holding Flossie by the back of her shirt-waist. The girl was partly unconscious. “Got tangled up in some wild grass on the bottom,” spluttered Andy. “Here, take her,” and he held her up, and soon Flossie was resting on the seats of the rowboat.
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