“They won’t even look over this way,” he said.
“Keep trying,” she urged.
On the shore Carol and Janet with David and Peter were bending over the ruins of the canoe. Farther along the shore Janet called attention to Bruce’s motor boat lying on its side, half filled with water.
“Do you suppose——” Carol couldn’t finish her thought.
“What could have happened to them?” Janet murmured fearfully.
“If they were on the bay in the storm last night,” David said, “it is hard to tell what might have happened.”
“Both boats wrecked—it looks bad,” Peter commented.
“Poor Gale,” Carol whispered in a low voice. “And Bruce——”
Carol and Janet had called for Gale on their way to school that morning. Upon learning that Gale had not been home all night they were preparing to rush out and tell the other girls when they met Peter and David with news of the wrecked boat. They all came down to the shore to make sure it was Bruce’s boat. Their fears were confirmed and now they were at a loss what to do. People had been known to drown in the bay—especially during a storm like the one of last night.
David and Peter hauled the canoe farther up the beach.