“Anyhow we can sit in the boat and rest,” said Bert. “I’m fagged out.”
“I guess we all are,” declared Tom.
He was in the lead, and, as he neared the clump of bushes on the bank, that hid his boat from view, he quickened his pace. The others pressed on after him, and, a moment later they heard a surprised exclamation from Tom.
“What’s the matter?” called Jack. “Did you hurt yourself, old man?”
“No, but look here, fellows, our boat is gone!”
“Gone!”
“The boat gone!”
“Isn’t she there?”
In turn Jack, Dick and Bert gave voice to these words.
“It’s clean gone!” gasped Tom.