ame!" gasped the girl on the sail boat. "I'm holding
him, but I can't seem to pull him up here. He's so heavy!"

"Who is it?" gasped Cora. She was rather out of breath.

"My little brother Dick. He got in the way of the boom, and the main sheet
fouled. That's why I jibed. I'd never have done it by myself. We both
went overboard, and I grabbed him. I got up here, but I can't pull him
up. Oh, please help me!"

"Of course I will," cried Cora.

"Then pull around on the other side, and you can lift him into your boat.
I can swim ashore."

Directed by the girl on the sail boat, Cora and Eline sent their craft
around so that they were opposite the half-submerged deck, which was now
perpendicular in the water. There they saw the girl holding above the
surface of the bay the head of a boy about seven years old. He seemed
as self-possessed as though he were on shore, and calmly blinked at the
rescuing girls.

"He's so fat and heavy," cried the girl in the bathing suit.

"I'm very fat," confessed the boy in the water, calmly.

Indeed he did seem so, even though only his head and part of his shoulders
showed. The wind was rising a little again, having subsided somewhat
after capsizing the boat. The surface of the bay was broken into little
waves, and they splashed into the face of the fat boy. But he did not
seem to mind.

It was easier than Cora and Eline had thought it would be to get him
in the boat, for the buoyancy of the salt water aided them, as did the
rather large bulk of the boy himself, it being a well known fact that
stout persons float much more easily in the water than do thin ones.

"Give yourself a boost, Dick!" directed the girl in the bathing suit, to
her brother. He did so with a grunt that would have been laughable under
other circumstances, and soon he was safe in the other boat, very wet,
but otherwise not hurt.

"Did you swallow much water?" asked Cora, anxiously.

"Nope," was the sententious answer.

"I guess he'll be all right," remarked his sister. "If you will kindly row
him over there, I'll swim in," and she pointed to the lighthouse.

"Do you live there?" asked Cora, gazing at the tall stone tower. With its
high lantern, which glistened in the sun, it stood on a point extending
out into the bay, just behind some menacing rocks that jutted far out into
the water in a dangerous reef that the light warned mariners against.

"Yes, Dick and I live there," answered the girl. "My father, James