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Updated: June 4, 2025
When we decide to cross the lake, if we do, I would suggest waiting until some day when the wind is blowing directly across. Then we can tow the 'Red Rover' out with the rowboat until the wind catches us. The rower should then get aboard the houseboat, after which the wind will carry us all the way across the lake. How do you like it?" "Oh, thave me!" piped Tommy. "Yes.
Tommy cried out and began fighting back, with the result that she was the one to swallow salt water. Tommy choked, strangled and floundered, still screaming for Harriet to save her. Instead Harriet let her companion struggle, keeping close to her, but making no effort to help. "Thave me!" It was a choking moan. Uttering it, Tommy disappeared.
Tommy's companions were fairly hysterical with merriment. Tommy yelled again, begging them to "thave" her. "I'll save ye, darlin'," cried Jane, throwing herself down and fastening a hand lightly in Tommy's hair, whereat the little girl screamed more lustily than before. "Lend a hand here, my hearties. The darlin' wants to be saved. We'll save her, won't we?" Jane shouted in great glee.
Now, if it wath 'The Queen of the Theath, or thome thuch name ath that, I thouldn't so much mind being drowned in her, but 'The Thithter Thue' thave uth!" "You are not going to drown at all," laughed Miss Elting, "so don't begin to lay any plans in that direction." "When is the boat coming here, Daddy?" questioned Jane. "To-morrow morning early, if they have her ready in time.
But she quickly raised her head again, uttering an exclamation, as the skin was neatly peeled from the bridge of her nose. "Oh, thave me!" groaned Tommy, as the pond rose up to meet her. She caught and held her breath. When she struck the water a sheet of it rose up on each side of her just as the water does at the launching of a steamship, only there was much less displacement in Tommy's case.
Harriet dived off after her, fearing that her little companion might have been stunned by striking the water on her back. But Tommy came up before Harriet rose from her dive. "Oh, thave me!" wailed Tommy in a choking voice. All this had happened without the boys understanding what was going on.
Are you going to stop that screaming and do something for yourself, or are we to let you hang there until to-morrow morning?" continued Harriet. "Yeth, oh, yeth! I'll be good. I'll do whatever you tell me. But thave me. Pleathe thave me!" sobbed the unhappy little Tommy. "Stop clawing. Let your body hang limp. Don't make a move, and keep quiet. You confuse us.
Get Buthter out of the way, pleathe." "She doesn't know whether she is going or coming," was Margery's withering comment. "Oh, thith ith eathy," declared Tommy. "All you have to do ith to take hold of the rope with both handth, lean back ath if you were looking at a bird flying over your head and Thave me! oh, thave me!"
"Thave me!" howled the little, lisping girl. Janus, caught off his balance, did exactly what Harriet Burrell had foreseen he would do. The guide was jerked from his feet, and, throwing out both hands before him to protect himself, went shooting down the incline headfirst. "Grab the rope!" he shouted, as he pitched over. In the meantime something was happening to Grace Thompson.
Tommy surveyed the place with a squint and a scowl. There was not another article in the place besides the blankets. "There ithn't much danger of falling over the furniture in the dark, ith there?" she asked. "Not when we have a Torch Bearer with us," answered Buster, from the shadow just outside the door. "Thave me!" murmured Tommy. "Oh, my stars!
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