But his search did not reveal any. The situation was getting serious. Already the sun was behind the trees, and the girls plainly showed their nervousness.
“Let Sammy and me get out, take the rope and try to pull the boat off the bar,” suggested Andy.
“It’s too risky,” said Ned. “This bottom is of the quick-sand variety, and you’d sink down. I guess we’re stuck here until the motor goes.”
Bob was rummaging about under one of the seats. He hauled out a package, exclaiming as he did so:
“I’ve got it!”
“What, the wire?” asked Jerry excitedly.
“No, that lunch I brought along! I’m glad it’s here. I’m hungry and I guess the rest of you can nibble at a chicken sandwich or two.”
“Can we?—well I guess yes!” cried Andy, and the others chimed in with him. Even Jerry, though much worried over the mishap, stopped tinkering with the engine long enough to munch some of the food.
“Call me all the names you want to,” said Chunky with a grin, “but you’ll have to admit I’m there with the goods.”
“Good for you, Chunky!” exclaimed Ned.