“What does she want?” demanded Bess.
“Get out! farther out!” the boatman’s daughter shouted, her clear voice echoing from the wooded heights of the island. “Danger here!”
“What’s the matter with her?” demanded Bess again. “Is there a submarine mine sunk here?”
But Dave veered off, taking a wider course from the shore.
“What is the matter, Polly?” shouted Wyn, standing up and making a megaphone of her hands.
“Snags!” replied the other girl. “Here’s where father ran Dr. Shelton’s boat on a root. The shallow water here is full of them. Look out”
“Say!” cried Frank Dumont “We don’t want to sink the old Happy Day.”
“So this is where the accident happened; is it?” observed Wyn, looking around at the shores of the little cove and the contour of the island’s outline.
“Humph!” snapped Bessie Lavine, sitting down quickly. “I don’t believe there was any accident at all. It was all a story.”