“I don’t know. They have probably gone further down stream. It isn’t likely that they noticed the Sybil so close to shore.”
For hours, it seemed to the two girls, they continued their journey, and at last the first faint signs of dawn appeared in the east.
“I am glad day is coming,” said Mabel. “We can see where we are going.”
At that moment there came a faint sputtering from the engine, and then it came to a dead stop.
“What’s the matter?” asked Mabel anxiously.
Shirley made a hasty examination.
“Fuel supply exhausted,” she said. “No more gasoline.”
“My gracious!” ejaculated Mabel, in dismay. “What shall we do?”
“We’ll have to wait until it’s a little lighter,” replied her friend, “and then we’ll see if we can’t paddle ashore. There is no telling how far we may be from town, but I reckon we shall have to walk it.”
“I suppose there is no help for it,” said Mabel. “However, we are out of danger.”