The girls had been lazily on the lookout for Mr. Lavine’s appearance and earlier in the day had kept the camp spyglass busy. Now Frank suddenly caught it up again and focused it almost at once on the stalled motor boat.
“Oh! what’s that?” was her excited demand. “Girls! there’s a boat we missed before.”
“Where?” drawled Grace, lazily.
“It isn’t father; is it?” demanded Bess.
“How do I know? It’s a power boat—Goodness, what’s that?”
She jumped so that Wyn came to her side quickly. “Let me see, Frank,” she begged.
“There’s–there’s a fire!” gasped Frankie.
The girls came running at her cry. Even Mrs. Havel left her seat and stepped out of the shade of the beech tree to scan the water under her hand.
“I see smoke!” cried Percy.
“Dear me! is the boat really afire?” demanded Mina Everett.