"I believe it is Will," said Mollie, taking a closer look. "We have found him."
"Then let's get him aboard at once, and help him," said practical Betty. "Amy, start that, coffee. Grace, you help us! And Harry, too!"
Thus the Little Captain issued her orders.
How they got Will Ford aboard the boat the girls could not tell afterward. But they did, with The Loon's aid, and soon he was being given hot coffee. Slowly his senses came back, and when some warm broth had been slowly fed to him he opened his eyes, looked wonderingly about him, and asked hoarsely:
"Is it real—or am I dreaming again?"
"It's real, Will dear," said Grace, putting her arms about him, as he lay in one of the bunks. "Oh, to think that we have found you again! Where have you been, and what happened to you?"
"Where haven't I been?" he asked, smiling a little. "And what hasn't happened to me?"
"But you're all right now," said Grace, comfortingly.
"But what in the world are you girls doing down here?' Will asked, wonderingly. "It's like a dream. How did you come here?"
"To rescue you," replied Mollie, with a laugh.
"Really?"
