"The water is still coming in, and getting deeper," shivered Margery.

"Get out through the rear door," Harriet commanded. "One at a time."

"Which door is the rear one?" queried Crazy Jane. "All doors look alike
to me."

"Move away from the direction that the water is coming from," Harriet
continued.

Assisted by Jane McCarthy the girls obeyed Harriet's directions. Tommy
and Margery first, then Miss Elting and Hazel. In the cockpit the water
was not as deep, but Jane drove them all to the upper deck.

"The captain must go last, you know," laughed Harriet, as she climbed up
to join them.

By this time the girls were shivering with cold. The kimonos of washable
crepe in which they had elected to sleep during the cruise afforded them
little warmth.

"Get close together and keep each other warm," called Miss Elting.

"What! Sit down and shiver here all night long?" shouted Harriet. "No,
indeed. We must do something or we shall lose our boat."

"Wha--at happened?" shivered Margery.

"The waves smashed the front door in. That's all I know about it now."