When the young people reached the bathing beach, they were surprised not to find Frieda and Marjorie already there. Nor was there a sign of a Ford car.
“A puncture, I’ll bet!” laughed Ruth. “Harold always does have the worst luck. Remember that time, Jack——”
“Indeed, I do!” he replied. “And weren’t we mad, though! Marj profited by the delay then, didn’t she? But not this time.”
“Well, she and Frieda can easily walk, unless they insist on helping Harold,” said Lily. “I hope they come soon.”
But when half an hour had passed, and they had not put in an appearance, Lily grew anxious.
“Suppose that crazy fool got them again,” she said.
“Oh, Harold could easily beat him up,” remarked Ruth; “he’s strong.”
“But crazy people are supposed to have extraordinary strength!”
“Everybody in to shore!” called Mr. Remington at this moment. “Time to go home.”
One by one, the members of the party came out of the lake and prepared to leave the beach.