"Shut her off!" yelled Poole, and in alarm Link Merwell stopped the engine. The girls screamed and clung to each other in terror. A little water entered the boat and this added to their fright.
"Now, see what you did!" cried Nat Poole. "We are on a sandbar."
"It wasn't my fault—I wasn't steering," answered Link Merwell.
"I told you to run slow, but you kept piling on the speed."
"Are we go—going to—to sink?" faltered Mary.
"Sink? We can't sink. We are high and dry on a sandbar," grumbled Merwell.
"Oh, I am so thankful!"
"Well, I'm not."
"But we aren't dry—the water is all around us," protested Vera.