As King was doing this on the other side of Kitty, the three shot up to the surface, and King and Molly grasped the boat with firm hands, holding Kitty between them.
Kitty was limp, but conscious; and though King was exhausted, he held on to Kitty, and held on to the boat, with a desperate grip.
"Wait a minute, girls," he gasped, sputtering and stammering; "I'll be all right in a minute.

Now as long as you hold fast to the boat, you know you can't drown! How are you getting along, Mops ?" "All right," called Marjorie from the other side of the boat; "but I want to come over there by you." "Don't you do it! You stay there and balance the boat.

It's lucky you're a heavyweight! Now you girls do exactly as I tell you to." King did not mean to be dictatorial, but he was getting his breath back, and he knew that although their heads were above water, still strenuous measures were necessary.
"What shall we do ?" shouted Marjorie.
"Well, we must try to get this boat to shore.

And as we're much nearer the other shore than our own side, we'll try to get it over there, for we don't want to cross the river.

Now hang on tight, and wiggle your feet like paddles.