But then the young lady screamed again, and we saw a lady rushing out to the place where the girl was, at the end of the pier. The latter seemed to be fearfully agitated; and giving one more agonizing cry, she leaped into the lake, just as the lady was on the point of seizing her by the arm. Bob and I were thrilled to the depths of our being by this exciting scene. I had already put the helm up, and the Splash was headed directly towards the young lady, who was struggling in the water. The wind carried her away from the pier about twenty feet, when the Splash reached the place, and I ran her between the girl and the shore. "Save her! save her!" cried the lady on the pier. [Illustration: THE EXCITING SCENE ON THE SOUTH SHORE.--Page 14.] "Take the helm, Bob," shouted I, throwing the boat round into the wind, and springing upon the half deck. I was prepared to jump overboard, if it was necessary; but it was not. I had seized the short boat-hook as I went forward, and with it I hooked on to her dress. Drawing her towards the boat, I seized her by the arm, and lifted her on board. She had been in the water but a few moments, and had not lost her consciousness; indeed, she appeared not to have suffered at all from her bath. I at once concluded that she was one of the young ladies whom I had frequently seen bathing on the beach, and that the water had no terrors to her. I had not seen her swim, though the water was over her head. I placed her on one of the seats as soon as I had pulled her out of the water, expecting her to faint, or do some other womanish thing. She brushed the water from her eyes, and bending down so that she could look under the foresail, she caught a glimpse of the lady on the pier. "Take me away from here--O, do!" said she, bestowing a pleading look upon me. "Where shall I land you?" I asked, in gentle tones. "Anywhere but here--don't leave me here," she replied, earnestly, and hardly less agitated than when she had leaped into the lake. "But you are wet through, and you may take cold," I suggested, mildly. "I don't care if I do. It makes no difference. Take me away from here." "Where shall I land you?" I asked again, puzzled by her singular conduct. "I don't care where; but if you land me here I shall jump into the lake again." Bob Hale had put the helm up, and the Splash had filled away again on her former course, which was bearing us away from the pier on which the lady still stood. "Shall I come about?" asked he, apparently satisfied that the only thing we could do was to land the young lady on the pier. "Not just yet, Bob," I replied, fearful that a change of our course would increase her agitation.