Instantly she felt
herself released.
"Will you be all right?" came in a cool voice.
"Oh, yes--yes." Ann stammered a little. "This is a very steady boat, isn't
it?"--wonderingly.
"It's a motor-boat, that's why."
Now that the uproar occasioned by the accident had died away, she could
hear the soft purring of an engine forward.
"Still, you'd better sit down," resumed the Englishman. "The Bacchanalian
gentlemen in the boat which ran you down are still blundering about, and
may quite probably cannon into us. And you don't want to take a second
chance of being shot out into the lake."
"Indeed I don't." She sat down hastily. "I--I don't really know how to
thank you," she began haltingly, after a moment. Somehow she felt curiously
shy and tongue-tied with this man.
"Then don't try," he replied ungraciously.
This was hardly encouraging, but Ann returned to the charge with
determination.
"I must," she said. "If it hadn't been for you I should certainly have been
drowned."
"Rather improbable," he answered--as indifferently as though it really
mattered very little whether she were or not. "With so many people close at
hand, some one would have been sure to fish you out.
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