ore toys and tools, such as little boys play
with.

"And here's another sign," called Helen. "On yellow paper, too."

This brought the scouts to close attention. The sign was evidently an
attempt at a message, and carried the same words "Peter Pan" and "Bring
me to Mamma," but with it was a pathetically written word "Please,"
through the letters of which were crudely drawn, by surely a childish
hand, the quaintest little flowers.

"Just see!" said Cleo. "No child on a picnic would take time to draw
flowers in a sign." She turned over the card and found on the reverse
side the words that might mean "I--dig--out----"

Eugenia who was familiar with kindergarten work, readily recognized this
as an attempt made by some child who had been taught to make floral
words to indicate loving messages. She was turning the paper over
carefully when the signal for "Hurry Back" was sounded shrilly on the
police whistle.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" called Eugenia, and scampering through the woods,
they jumped into their little boat and started off, Cleo still carrying
the two Peter Pan messages.

Reaching the clearance they could see a launch pulled up beside the
Blowell.

"Oh, joy!" fairly screamed Helen. "A launch!"

It did not take long to row back to the sand bar, where Mae had already
been towed off, out into the welcome deep water.

"Oh, how splendid! Just in time!" they shouted, and Eugenia had
difficulty in requiring that they sit still and not spill overboard.

Reaching the sailboat, never was found a happier face than Mae's.

"Oh, girls, I told you not to give up," she greeted them. "Just see our
rescuer, Mr. Neal Nelson from the Colonade."

"Oh, my little choker's brother!" exclaimed Julia, too delighted to
think of the usual formalities.

"And as I live, if it isn't--Bobby's life saver!" declared the young
man. "Well, turn about is surely fair play, and I'm glad I got my
innings in."

"However did you find us?" asked Julia when they were making sure the
Blowell could "sail under her own steam" as Neal put it.

"I didn't--I just happened by. Out trying my new motor boat----"

"She's a beauty," commented Mae, feeling foolish as she uttered the
words, for any old tug boat would have been a beauty under the
circumstances.

How differently everything looked now! It was almost worth while being
in peril to experience the joy of rescue.

"How did you like it over there?" called Neal, who was now keeping close
eno