CHAPTER XXVII SUSPENSE

"What'll we do?" Skippy cried. "Gee, what'll we do?"

"We'll be swimmin' for it, kid," Big Joe answered, his face ashen and drawn. "Inland Beach's nearest-we'll be swimmin' it in a half hour, takin' it aisy like."

"Easy! In this water and wind?"

"Skippy, don't be worryin'. Sure and I ain't goin' to see ye go down. I'll be keepin