"Yes, we will rescue him, too," said Betty. Come now."
The Loon was satisfied that his friend would be helped, so he sprang into the boat. Betty started the engine and then, with the powerful gas headlight aglow, she turned the wheel over to The Loon.
However simple-minded the poor youth might be, however undecided and timid in the forest, he seemed to be a new person on the water. There was a self-reliance about him, a poise and a certain ability that he seemed to have acquired suddenly. Without a trace of hesitation he guided the boat through the winding course of the creek that flowed into the main stream.
Coming to the turn he took an entirely different direction from that followed by the girls.
"That's where we made our mistake!" exclaimed Mollie.
The Loon did not respond—he was too busy peering ahead at the dark water, which was illuminated only for a comparatively short distance by the searchlight.
"Suppose—suppose we hit—an alligator!" voiced Grace.
"Don't suppose at all," retorted Betty. "It's bad for the nerves."
It was now so dark that the girls could not see
