she
continued, "and let me swim in to the shore."

Miss Jones shook her head. The other girls protested. "You are tired,
Madge, and the water is too cold. It wouldn't be safe."

"But, Miss Jenny Ann--girls," pleaded Madge, "has it ever struck you
that we do not know the time of the tide? At any moment it may turn and
we shall be carried out on the ocean beyond to spend another dreadful
night."

At first the little party were silent. Madge was right, yet they could
not bear to think of her risking her life for them.

Her persuasions finally won the day. The houseboat was now only a
little more than a quarter of a mile from the beach. But they had not
been observed. There were no boats in sight.

Phil insisted on swimming in with Madge. She was not quite as much at
home in the water, but she was a strong, steady swimmer, and it seemed
safer for the two girls to make the effort together.

The clothes line was knotted about Madge's waist. It was then tied to
the cleat, from which a short end of rope dangled that had been cut the
night before.

After the first plunge into the cold water the swim ashore was
delicious. When the two girls finally got into the shallow water they
tugged at the rope, Madge keeping it around her waist, so as to pull
with greater force. They worked very carefully. Their rope was slender,
but fairly strong. This helped them to draw their boat in closer, and
they managed to get the "Merry Maid" half aground on a shelf of sand.
It was now possible to wade from the boat to the land, with the water
coming up no higher than the waist.

Miss Jenny Ann climbed off the boat and made her way to the shore,
followed by Lillian and Eleanor.

At last the five women, wet but thankful, stood safe on land.

Blankly they surveyed each other and the empty beach. Then they gazed
at their pretty toy boat, that had borne so staunchly the vicissitudes
of its dangerous voyage. It was almost night. The shipwrecked mariners
were very tired and the beach was curiously lonely. But the strain was
over.

Madge began to laugh first. Her laugh was always infectious. The others
followed suit.

"Here we are, the latest thing in 'Swiss Family Robinson'," she
announced cheerfully. "Now, let us proceed to stir up some people and
ask them to give us some dry clothes and a night's lodging. Come on.
Let us explore our island."

CHAPTER XII

A DESERTED ISLAND

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