“If we had time I think we could right that craft,” observed Pepper.
“How?” demanded Bat Sedley.
“By taking her over to yonder point, where the tall trees overhang the water. We could run a rope up over a tall tree limb and then fasten it to the mast of the Ajax. By pulling on the end of the rope I think we’d bring her up.”
“Yes—and sink her, too.”
“Not if we watched out and kept bailing as she righted.”
“I’d like to try that,” said Fred Century. “If you’ll take us over to the point and lend us some ropes I’ll do it,” he added, after turning the project over in his mind.
“Certainly I’ll take you over,” answered Jack. “And we’ll help all we can. But we’ve got to get back to Putnam Hall by six o’clock, you know.”
“Say!” ejaculated Will Carey, leaping to his feet with great suddenness. “Did anybody see my box?”
“Box? What box?” asked several.
“The little blue, tin box I was carrying in my coat-pocket.”