The Campfire Girls on Station Island: or, The Wireless from the Steam Yacht

“Why! what does he think?” considered Jessie, amazed. “That I am going to stop and let him and Burd beat us? I – guess – not!”

Then she heard the voice of the lifeguard. He was driving his boat inshore with mighty strokes; but he sat facing shoreward, too, using his oars back-handed. He shouted:

“Shark! Shark! Look out for the shark!”

And behind Jessie Norwood her chum took up the cry:

“Shark! Oh, Jess! Shark!”

The word, which had never meant much to Jessie Norwood in her life before, being merely the name of a quite unknown fish, suddenly became the most important of words! She whirled over and took up the breast stroke. She rose high in the water again to look.

Off at one side and seemingly swimming toward them from a tangent, came a gray, sail-like thing, the like of which the Roselawn girl had never seen before. She accepted as true however the identification of the lifeguard. He should know.

The race to the raft became suddenly a double race. More than ever did Jessie Norwood wish to win it! She desired to outswim the dangerous fish of which she had heard such terrible stories.

CHAPTER XIII – MORE THAN ONE ADVENTURE

Jessie was badly frightened, but she was not too scared to swim as hard as she could for the diving raft. The lifeguard drove his boat around the end of the raft toward the gray, sail-like object which had so startled them all. Jessie remembered of reading that the dorsal fin of a shark shows above water when it swims at the surface. This odd looking thing must be it – it must be!

She measured the distance between it and herself with some calculation. It came on in a halting, undecided way. Perhaps the shark had not yet caught sight of any of the swimmers. Jessie flung up her arm and shouted at the top of her voice to her chum:

“Come on! Come on! Don’t let him get you!”

Amy was struggling so hard to reach the raft now that she had no breath left for speech. Jessie saw her splashing on in her wake. Behind, the boys were making a great splashing too, and Jessie realized that it was for an object. The shark might be frightened away if they made disturbance enough in the water.

Jessie was now very near the raft and the other three were bunching up not far behind her. The lifeguard shot by in his boat, yelling like mad. Darry shouted:

“Get aboard the raft, girls! Burd and I will beat him off till you are landed!”

“You come right on here, Darrington Drew!” sputtered his sister. “What good will you ever be if you get your leg bit off?”

Jessie reached the raft and seized a loop of rope hanging from it. If it had not been for this assistance she doubted if she could have hauled herself out of the water. When Amy arrived, her chum was lying over the edge of the refuge, and reached one arm out for her.

“Quick! Quick!” cried Jessie.

“Do – don’t scare me so!” gasped Amy. “I – I feel just as though he was nibbling at my toes right now!”

But it seemed no laughing matter to Jessie Norwood. Her chum, however, would find a joke in even the most serious circumstance. And the moment she lay on the raft beside Jessie she began to laugh, gaspingly.

“This is no laughing matter!” Jessie declared. “How can you, Amy? Darry and Burd – ”

At that instant a wild shout rose from the two collegians and from the lifeguard who had rowed so energetically to their rescue. Amy broke off suddenly in her nervous laughter.

“He’s got ’em!” she shrieked. “Oh! Oh!”

But, strange though it seemed to her, Jessie realized that Darry and Burd were laughing. And the astonished expletives that the guard emitted did not seem to show fear.

“What is the matter?” Jessie demanded, standing up.

“And where is the shark?” asked Amy, likewise scrambling to her feet.

The boys were hanging to the side of the guard’s boat. He was fishing for something in the water with an oar. He finally got the object and raised it aloft.

“What is it?” repeated Jessie.

“The shark!” shrieked her chum.

It actually was all the shark there was – a pair of partly deflated swimming wings which, carried here and there by the wind, had looked like a shark’s dorsal fin at a distance.

“Good thing you girls saw it,” declared Darry, when the boys lumbered along to the raft. “If you hadn’t been so scared you never would have beat us. Would they, Burd?”

“Of course not,” agreed his friend. “And how Jess can swim – when there is a man-eating shark after her!”

“Don’t make fun,” Jessie said, somewhat exasperated. “It might have been a shark. Then where would you have been?”

“Either here or inside the shark,” said Darry. “One thing sure, he never could have caught you girls.”

“Well,” Amy sighed, “we had all the excitement of racing with a shark, even if the shark was only in our minds. I’ll never be so scared by one again.”

“Goodness!” exclaimed Jessie. “I know I shall always be nervous in the water here after this. I’ll always be looking for one. What an awful feeling it is to try to swim when one is being pursued by – ”

“By a pair of swimming wings,” chuckled Burd. “Some imagination you’ve got, my dear Jess.”

There was a serious side to the matter, however. Although the shark scare had proved to be groundless, the quartette decided to say nothing about it to those ashore.

“Especially to Momsy,” Jessie Norwood said. “I don’t want to make her nervous. Little things annoy her.”

“She’ll be some annoyed by little Hen, then,” chuckled Amy. “Hen is worse than any shark you ever saw.”

“How terrible!” cried Jessie. “She is not a bad child at all, but she is wild enough.”

When they swam ashore later they found Henrietta on her good behavior with Momsy. Nobody on the sands had chanced to see the excitement out by the raft. Or, if they had, it was merely supposed that the four young people from Roselawn were playing in the water.

Jessie, however, felt rather serious about it. And she knew she would never go into the sea again at Station Island without thinking about sharks.

While they were playing hand-ball on the beach, still in their bathing suits, a low-wheeled pony carriage came along the drive from the upper end of the island, and Amy’s sharp eyes spied and recognized the two girls seated on the back seat of the vehicle.

“And that’s Bill Brewster driving!” cried Amy. “Some difference between the speed of that quadruped and his sports car.”

“One thing sure,” chuckled Burd. “He can’t do so much damage with that old Dobbin as he did with the car he drives about New Melford.”

“Belle and Sally have got a hen on,” said the slangy Amy to Jessie. “See them whispering together?”

“I can see what they are up to from right where I stand,” announced Darry, dropping the ball. “Come on, Burd! Let’s beat it for the raft again. That’s one place those two girls can’t follow us without bathing suits.”

“He, he!” giggled his sister. “I hope they sit right down here and wait for you to come ashore.”

“Send out our supper by the lifeguard,” called Burd, as he followed his chum into the surf. “We fear sharks less than we do a certain brand of featherless biped.”