Part 5 (2/2)

”It's a rabbed out Cora's side coirl,” whispered Bess to Cora ”I heard her voice”

”I hope she's nice,” answered Cora, ”but as long as we get some one to pull us off we have no occasion to be particular”

By this tiside

”Hurrah!” shouted Jack

”Also hurray!” added Ed

”Walter, you're a brick!” exclaiht of the lantern now fell upon the face of the stranger

The stranded ones looked upon the countenance of a girl, not perhaps a very young girl, nor a very pretty girl, but her face was pleasant, and she pulled a stroke as steady as did Walter

Walter stood up He was enveloped in a bath robe!

CHAPTER V

FRIEND OR FOE?

When their launch pulled up to the dock that night, an anxious party greeted the the cottage deserted had waited a reasonable length of tihbors Then she found that the young folks had gone sailing

That settled it, for the waters of the bay are never considered too reliable, and when the girls did not return by ten o'clock Nettie locked up the cottage and set off for the beach

Of course, she learned that such a party had gone out, but in what direction no one along the beach front seeht of, and, when Nettie did succeed in hiring a fisherman to set out and search, he went down the cove opposite to the course taken by Ed in his motor boat

In half an hour the fisherht with him Walter's cap, which had fallen overboard as the youth started out from the stalled motor boat, and so drifted in the other direction

In the rapid time that bad neays flies, the report beca party was lost Hazel and Paul Hastings, two friends of the e, and hurried down to the little wharf, where they found Nettie in the deepest distress

Just as Paul was about to set out hiing, Cora playing that same tune, and with our friends was the little lady froalow, she who had rescued Walter, and ith him to the succor of the stranded ones on the sand bar

It was a wonderful evening, and when Cora, with Bess, Belle and Miss Robbins, the new girl, stepped ashore, they evidently did not regret the length of time spent upon the water

Miss Robbins, it developed, was a young doctor, stopping up the river in a bungaloith her mother Her boat was towed by the launch when they cah she wanted to row back, the others would not listen to such a proposition

”It won't take half an hour to get to the garage and bring ht down here,” insisted Walter, ”unless you prefer walking up to the cottage with the young ladies, and I can run over there for you I will have you back in your bungalow in ten minutes more”