"Then do something for Polly," Wyn whispered. "Give her a chance to go to school--to Denton Academy with the rest of us girls. That would be fine! She wouldn't let Mr. Lavine do that for her; but I know she'll accept it from you, when her father has proved himself clear of suspicion." "Ha! John Jarley is a better man than I am," grunted Dr. Shelton. "I had no business to talk to him the way I did regatta day. I'm free to admit I was wrong, whether we recover the _Bright Eyes_ and the silver images, or not!" And the question, Is it the _Bright Eyes_? was the principal subject of discussion among them all. The boys were just as eager as were the girls over the affair. "If the sunken boat is all right--and the images," said Dave Shepard, "you girls will be lucky enough to sail a motor boat of your own." "And we'd never own it if you boys hadn't come forward as you did," declared Wyn. "Isn't that so, Bess?" Bess had to admit the fact, much as she disliked praising boys. "Oh, we'll let you boys sail in our new boat once in a while," she said. "Goodness me! I should say yes!" exclaimed Frank, suddenly. "For we've got to have somebody teach us how to run a motor boat; haven't we?" CHAPTER XXVIII A FRIEND IN NEED It was early on the next day that Bessie received a message from her father for the whole club: "Look for me in a few hours. Shall run up to see what Wyn has done as soon as I can get away. If it is all right, you shall have new boat this season.--Henry Lavine." A man brought it over from the Forge. The girls were delighted with the news. A guard had been set over the spot where the sunken boat lay and Dr. Shelton and Mr. Jarley were making arrangements to have a derrick barge towed up to Gannet Island, so that the old _Bright Eyes_ could be brought to the surface quickly. Naturally the Busters were too much interested in these proceedings to come over to Green Knoll Camp; and the girls had had so much excitement and exercise of late that they were inclined to take matters quietly for the time being. Therefore, there was not a canoe on the lake when a fussy, smoky little motor boat, late in the afternoon, came into the lake from the Wintinooski and puffed out into deep water, evidently bound for either the Island or Green Knoll Camp. The deep cove, at the head of which the little red and yellow cottage of the Jarleys was set, was like a big bay in the contour of the lake shore. It was out here in this deep water that Wyn Mallory and Bess Lavine had been swamped by the squall. From the docks at the Forge to the point east of Green Knoll, where the girls' camp was situated, was all of eight miles. When this little motor boat had sputtered along until she was about half way between those two points, she suddenly stopped.