The sputtering noise drew nearer.
“Oh, Bess!” Nan cried.
“Oh, Nan!” responded her chum.
“Do you hear it?”
“It’s that boat,” Bess said, sniffling. “If they only see us!”
“Can you see them?”
Nan could not stop bailing. Every now and then a wave would slop over the side and the canoe would settle deeper in the lake.
Bess climbed unsteadily to her knees. Hope revived in her breast. She wiped the spray out of her eyes with the back of her hand and stared all about. Yes! there was the darting motor boat.
“It’s Walter!” she cried to her chum.
“Does he see us?”