She tried to row towards it. Before she could reach the spot a wind coming from the south drove her canoe back. “Jacky, Jacky, say yes again.”
“Ess,” said the voice, fainter, and farther away.
The wind was stronger now, and it began to make a noise too, as it crossed the lake.
“Jacky, Jacky, you must answer me.”
“Ess.”
A crashing peal of thunder broke over their heads; when it had ceased, she could hear the poor little lad crying. His boat must have drifted, for his voice came from a new direction.
“I am coming directly to you, Jacky,” she called, altering her course rapidly.
The thunder began again, and filled her ears. When it ceased, all was still.
“Jacky! Jacky!”
No answer.