her amazement she skimmed along the surface a few feet before she began
to settle. Unfortunately, at about that time Tommy opened her mouth
for a breath of fresh air. Instead she got a mouthful of water. She
began to kick and struggle.

Down went Tommy, still struggling and kicking and striking out blindly,
for the girl had not yet recovered from the shock. It was while she
was down that another girlish figure shot straight into the lake.
Instead of skimming the surface this second figure came down on her
back with a mighty splash, turned a half-somersault, landing on her
feet, where she stood treading water and screaming.

Now a third figure shot down the chute. It took the water in a clean
dive, going clear under, passing close by where Margery was treading
water and screaming for help. When Harriet finally did come up,
shaking the water from eyes and head, she was seen to be only a few
feet from Grace, who now was making a great splashing on her way to the
opposite shore. Tommy could not speak as yet, but she could swim, and
swim she did.

Observing that Tommy was not in immediate need of assistance, Harriet
turned back toward Margery, who plainly was expending her strength
without accomplishing very much. Harriet was just in time to see Jane
McCarthy sit down in the pond. She made a great disturbance, added to
which was a wild yell as she felt the water rising about her. Jane
went into the water over her head. Margery, seized by a panic, forgot
to tread water and went clear to the bottom.

Harriet, still gasping for breath from her long slide and the dive
under water following, plunged ahead and dived again. She came up with
the struggling, choking Buster firmly gripped in one hand. Margery was
trying to grasp Harriet, and the latter was experiencing some
difficulty in keeping out of her clutches. Tommy, in the meantime, had
reached the other side of the pond and crawled up on the shore, where
she lay complaining to herself, watching the struggle in the water with
wide-open eyes. Now and then she shouted a suggestion.

"Oh, my stars!" cried Jane. Coming up, she splashed about in the pond
trying to get her bearings. Then, seeing Harriet's struggle with
Margery, Jane headed for them in a series of porpoise-like lunges. The
last reach brought a hand in contact with one of Margery's feet. Jane
gave it a mighty tug. "Put her under, put her under! That'll stop
her!" shouted Jane.

"Let go, Jan