On her hands and knees the girl crept across the cabin top and loosened what was left of the tie rope.
“Not long enough,” thought Clem. “I must get—”
But Miss Campbell, anticipating the need, was already pushing a coil of light rope over the edge of the cabin. Clem wormed her way along the heaving top until she could grasp the rope end. Back at the tying iron she knotted one end fast and braced herself for the throw.
The rescuing boat had swerved at full speed and was now racing alongside.
“Catch the rope,” screamed Clem to the shadowy form visible on the other boat. She swung the coil of rope above her head and flung it with all her strength. The figure moved. The sound of the engine slackened. The figure lunged as though trying to catch the rope, but from the feel of the strand in he
