obile," she corrected. "Let us see if you can't
lean on some of us while the others go for a car. We will be glad to
help you," she insisted, feeling the Girl Scout pledge surge over her.

It was quickly decided Grace should run for her sister Leonore, to get
their car out, as Rosabell was the nearest cottage, and while she
hurried off with Helen, Cleo and Louise assisted the old man to his
feet. Meanwhile Mary and Julia gathered up his fishing outfit.

He was old and feeble at best, but now, after his fright and shock from
the lightning, he seemed leaden, as he leaned on Cleo from one side,
with Louise at the other.

Up the pier they led him, and at every step he either sighed because he
had lost his power or blessed "the little girls who gave him a hand." It
seemed to the scouts rather odd that no one had discovered his plight
until they had found him, but after all, it was not hard to understand
how an old fisherman could be overlooked in the excitement.

Leonore had driven up with the car, and before the stragglers around the
pier could question them, the girls had their charge in the comfortable
seat, where he lay back in very apparent relief.

"Which way?" inquired the young girl driving.

"To the river dock," called Grace; and all crowded in the roomy car,
they started off with their strange passenger.

CHAPTER X

PLANNING FOR ACTION

"NOW, don't trouble another bit," protested the old man when Leonore
pulled into the little boat landing. "I'll take the next boat across,
and be all right, thank you for helping me. You're a fine set of girls."

From the time they had left Borden's pier the girls had been tactfully
trying to find out where he lived, and why they couldn't drive him
directly to his place. But to all their inquiries he answered evasively,
and was most positive in declaring they could not fetch him home.

"But you are scarcely able to walk," protested Helen. "Why won't you let
us drive around there with you? You know this car can easily cover that
distance in a few minutes."

"I'm sorry to seem ungrateful," he replied, and the girls noticed his
voice was almost sobbing. "But I can't let you do it."

"And you live on that Luna Island?" queried Grace gently.

"I do, worse luck," he answered. "But we must take things as they come.
There's Jenning's boat. He'll bring me across."

They reluctantly assisted the aged passenger to alight and watched him
climb into the rain-soaked launc