een cut in two and the occupants
killed. The drumming of the engine had ceased but a searchlight sweeping
the water indicated the launch's position. The beam fell for a moment
upon the Governor, paddling madly; another sweep of the light disclosed
two heads bobbing on the waves some distance away from him.

"Bear left!" cried Leary, seizing an oar. "Slow down! Stop!"

Archie backed water and the bow sprung high as Leary plunged into the
bay.

The light playing upon the scene from the launch fell in turn upon the
struggling women, the Governor and Leary swimming toward them, and
Archie steadying the row boat ready to aid in the rescue. The appearance
of unknown men evidently frightened Carey, for he turned off his light
and retreated toward the inner recesses of the bay.

The rescuers were now dependent upon sound and the starlight in the
urgent business of marking the position of the young women. A hand
grasped Archie's trailing oar and in a moment with Leary's assistance he
had gotten one of the women into the boat. The men now redoubled their
efforts to find the second victim of the catastrophe, shouting to keep
track of one another and to hearten the girl who was somewhere battling
for her life.

A faint cry, hardly distinguishable above the commotion of the waves,
caught Archie's ear and he jumped into the water and swam toward it. In
making a stroke his arm fell upon the side of the overturned canoe. A
pitiful little whimper startled him; he touched a face and his fingers
caught in a woman's hair. The canoe still retained enough buoyancy to
support him, and his lusty cries brought the Governor to his side,
followed an instant later by Leary, laboriously pushing the boat before
him.

They worked in silence save for the sharp commands of the Governor. The
boat had to be balanced against the lifting of the second figure over
the side, and Leary managed this, while Archie and the Governor, after
twice failing, with a supreme effort, got the second girl aboard.

Leary was running the ray of an electric lamp over the faces of the two
young women when one of them sat up and muttered in a choking,
frightened tone, "Oh, Isabel!" Whereupon she began to laugh
hysterically.

"Thank God Ruth is safe!" cried the Governor. "But Isabel--?"

"They were both taking care of themselves when we picked them up," said
Archie, holding to the side of the boat. "We haven't a case of drowning
to deal with."

"We'll make for the