Betty, in a low tone. "He seems too fond of our boat."
"Throw more stones!" directed Mollie, and another shower of small rocks sailed through the air to fall with many splashes into the turbid water.
There was a swirl in the river just in front of the Gem, as though the creature towing it objected to the treatment it was receiving. And then, as the girls, anxiously watching, prepared to send another volley of stones, Amy uttered a cry, and pointed up the river toward a small point of land that jutted out into the stream.
"Look!" she cried. "A man in a boat!"
They all gazed to where she indicated, and beheld not a man, but a ragged youth standing up in a broad bottomed scow, poling himself down stream. He was headed directly for the Gem.
"Oh, he is just in time!" cried Mollie. "He'll get our boat for us!"
"Call to him!" directed Grace. "I'm so nervous that I can't speak above a whisper."
Mollie raised her voice in an appeal for help.
"Hello, there!" she called. "Our boat! Right in front of you! Can you get it? Scare away the alligator! It's towing our boat off! Please get it!"
The ragged youth looked up, startled, and
