The third boat had dropped a little behind and was almost lost to view in the fast-gathering darkness.
“They’re turning to shore,” said Spouter to Randy. “We might as well do the same thing.”
To turn the craft in that heavy wind was not easy. A wave came dashing over the side, wetting them from the knees down. Then the boat whirled around and all at once slid up on a snag.
“Look out! We’re going over!” cried Spouter, and the next instant the rowboat upset and he and Randy were floundering in the lake.
CHAPTER XVII
TO THE RESCUE
“Help! Help!” The cry came from Spouter, who was floundering around in the semi-darkness of the fast-increasing storm. He had been pitched overboard so suddenly that he had had no time in which to protect himself. Consequently he had scraped his arm on the fallen tree which had caused the overturning of the rowboat.
“What’s that cry?” came from Gif.
“Somebody calling for help,” answered Andy. “Look! One of our boats has upset!”
“It’s the boat that had Spouter and Randy in it,” came from Jack.