By this time several boats were coming up, including the steam tug containing the judge of the coming race.

“They’re safe!” was the cry. And this was re-echoed on all sides.

“Are they—they all right?” asked Rossmore Ford, in a faltering voice.

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank God for that!” murmured the rich man. “Will you bring the rowboat up here?”

“Better lower your mainsail first,” suggested Pepper. This was done, and soon the rowboat was alongside of the yacht, and then the girls were passed up to the deck.

“Oh, dear, what has happened?” murmured Flossie, opening her eyes. She gave a shudder. “I—we went overboard, didn’t we?” And she gazed around in wonder.

“Are you all right, Laura?” questioned the father.

“Yes, pa—but I—I don’t want to fall overboard again,” said the older of the two sisters.

“Neither do I,” put in Flossie. She was recovering rapidly. “It was the boom struck us, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Let us get out of the crowd,” whispered Jack. “The girls are all right now.”

“Just as you say,” answered Andy. And they rowed away as rapidly as they had come up.

“Hi! hi!” called out Rossmore Ford. “Wait! I want to thank you for what you have done.”

“Oh, that’s all right, sir,” called back Jack.

“Come back, won’t you?” pleaded the rich man.

“We’ll have to go back,” said Andy, and once more the rowboat was turned around, and presently they boarded the yacht and tied the small craft behind.

“Are those young ladies safe?” asked the judge of the race, from the steam tug.

“They are,” answered Rossmore Ford.

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