the two were safe in the upper room—at least for a time.
Then the current carried the houses on some hidden sandbar, and they rose higher from the water, tilted to one side, and remained there.
"Look out!" cried Mr. Piper, as the manager continued to urge the motor boat onward. "We may go aground ourselves."
"Can't help it—we've got to try to save that woman and baby!" cried Mr. Ringold.
But there was no need for him to risk the Clytie, for the small boats, that had put out from shore came up then, and could more easily approach the stranded dwellings.
"We'll take 'em ashore, friends," said one of the men, in a small boat, to Mr. Ringold. "Just as much obliged to you, though. Better keep out from here, or you may stave a hole in your craft."
"Just what I was thinking," the manager replied. "We'll stand by, though, and give you all the help we can."
Then began the rescue of the woman and child from the house on the sandbar. It was accomplished with some difficulty, and the motor boat was in a position where all the details could be seen well. Joe had a good position for his cam-
