Paulmouth. Your brother's got a bad knock on the head."

"And he's been overboard!" gasped Prue.

"I--I'm all right," stammered Lawford. "Let me lie down for a little
while. Don't need a doctor."

"You're as wet as a drowned rat," his sister said. "Come on up and get
some dry clothes, Ford. I'm sure you're awful kind, Mrs. Gallup. I
will telephone for the doctor at once."

"You bet she's kind! Good old soul!" murmured Lawford. "I'd have been
six fathoms deep if it hadn't been for Betty."

"She hauled you into the boat, did she?" Prue said in a sympathetic
tone. "Well, we won't forget _that_."

Betty had stepped aboard the sloop again to reef down and make all
taut. Her sailor-soul would not allow her to leave the lapstreak in a
frowsy condition.

Meanwhile Cecile came flying down from the garage, and between his two
sisters Lawford was aided up to the house. Despite the young man's
protests, Dr. Ambrose was called and he rattled over in what the jolly
medical man termed his "one-horse shay." That rattletrap of a
second-hand car was known in every town and hamlet for miles around.
Sometimes he got stalled, for the engine of the car was one of the
crankiest ever built, and the good physician had to get out and proceed
on foot. When this happened the man who owned a horse living nearest
to the unredeemed automobile always hitched up and dragged the car
home. For Dr. Ambrose was beloved as few men save a physician is ever
loved in a country community.

"You got a hard crack and no mistake, young man," the physician said,
plastering his patient's head in a workmanlike manner. "But you've a
good, solid cranium as I've often told you. Not much to get hurt above
the ears--mostly bone all the way through. Not easy to crack, like
some of these eggshell heads."

Lawford felt the effects of the blow, however, for the rest of the
evening. His father was away and so he had no support against the
organized attack of the women of the family. Although it is doubtful
if I. Tapp would have sided with his son.

"It really serves you right, Ford, for taking that movie actress
sailing," drawled Marian.

"It is a judgment upon him," sighed their mother, wiping her eyes.
"Oh, Ford, if you only would settle down and not be so wild!"

"'Wild!' Oh, bluey!" murmured L'Enfant Terrible, who considered her
brother a good deal of a tame cat.

"At least," Marian pursued, "you might carry on your flirtation in a
le