“What’s that?” asked Jack.
“What are we going to do? How are we going to get back to camp?”
“And it’s a mighty serious question,” said Tom grimly. “It will soon be dark, and if we don’t get back—well—” He shrugged his shoulders, and they all knew what he meant. They would have to spend the night in the woods, supperless. Not a very pleasant prospect, to say the least.
“Well, let’s have a hunt for the boat,” proposed Jack after a pause. “Maybe we can get a sight of those fellows if they’re in her, and if we do—”
“Well, what?” asked Tom significantly.
“We’ll swim out and take her away from ’em.”
Tom shook his head. “Not much chance of that,” he said. “The Tag would walk right away from the best swimmer among us.”
“That is unless those fellows did something wrong to the motor, and it balked on them,” added Tom’s roommate.
“That’s a slim chance,” declared our hero. “Of course the Tag may kick up a fuss when she finds her rightful owner isn’t in her, but we can’t count on it. There’s one thing, though, in our favor.”