"I can see a little," said Whopper. "But not a great deal."
They rowed on, bending low to escape the fury of the wind. The rowboat rocked violently, and every time she went down some water came in over the gunwale.
"Let us move down the lake," suggested Shep. "We can't go straight across. We can come up again on the other shore—-if the wind will let us."
Presently they reckoned that they had reached the middle of the lake and here all was very dark. They ceased rowing in order to get their bearings.
"I am a little twisted," said Snap. "Can we be in the vicinity of
Humpback Rock?"
"Perhaps we are," answered one of the others.
Again they took up the oars. The wind tore along at a frightful rate of speed and the water was a mass of whitecaps.
"I think——-" began Giant, when there came a sudden thump. The rowboat had struck the mass of rocks just mentioned, lying near the center of the lake. The craft tipped over and into the lake went the four young hunters, with a loud splash.
As Snap went down he felt Shep on top of him. Then they clasped hands and came to the surface. Not far away was the upturned rowboat.
"Shep, are you all right?"