CHAPTER XXV
WILL FORD
"Slow up a little, Betty. Now ahead to starboard! Reverse! I have it!"
Thus cried Mollie, who stood at the bow of the Gem with a boathook in her grasp, while the motor craft approached the rude raft on which lay the body of an unconscious youth. Mollie had caught the hook in the edge of the boards and the motor boat was now beside it.
"What—what are we going to do with him?" asked Amy.
"Get him aboard, of course," said Betty, shortly. She was busy making fast a line to a projection on the raft. The Gem was now drifting with the craft containing the young man.
"We never can!" cried Grace. "Oh, perhaps he's"
She did not say what she thought.
"We've just got to get him up here, and take him to a doctor," declared Betty, fiercely. "He looks half-starved."
There was a moment of hesitation among the girls—a natural hesitation—and then Betty and
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