CHAPTER XIV
Missing at Marshlands
“Oh, Tania!” Sim exclaimed, taking the intelligent head in her hands. “What happened?”
But the dog only wagged a bedraggled tail and blinked her eyes with pleasure.
“We must go over at once and see,” Arden decided. “We’ll have to walk, too. We couldn’t row in this wind.”
Quickly they got into old coats and heavy shoes, pulled soft hats well down, and started for the Merry Jane.
Outside the little cottage the wind tore at them fiercely, and the blown sand mingled with rain stung their legs and faces. Carried through the air by the gale, flakes of foam from the ocean were borne far up the beach like a strange summer snowstorm.
Tania slunk along behind them as they bent to the wind, clearly hating to be out in such nasty weather when she apparently had hoped to remain in the warm dryness of “Buckingham Palace.”
“Isn’t this wild?” Sim said holding her coat close to her. “I do hope nothing serious has happened.”
“We all do,” Arden answered. “Terry, can you find your way through the marsh?”
“I think we’d better follow the shore line of the bay. It will be safer,” Terry decided. “There isn’t much shore left now the water has blown in so far, we’ll have to walk single file.”