“And I’ll say your father was right!” returned Spouter. “I think if we’d taken the outside route we’d have been perfectly safe even in the wind.”
“If you young gen’lemen wants to walk to the bungalow there’s a path through the woods jest behind here,” announced Jeff presently. The accident had scared him very much. “Of course it would be a wet walk, but you could make it. It ain’t more’n a mile at the most.”
“Well, we’ll either have to do that or else stay here all night,” said Gif.
“What about that lost boat?” questioned Jack.
“We can’t do anything about that in the wind and the darkness, Jack. We’ll have to wait until the storm is over and it grows light.”
“And what about my suitcase and that one belonging to Randy? They both went overboard when the boat upset,” put in Spouter mournfully.
“Maybe we can fish them up if the lake isn’t too deep,” suggested Fred. “But we’ll want to do it in good weather and when it is light. We don’t want to take any more chances with those snags.”
“What about you, Randy? Do you think you can walk to the bungalow?” questioned Jack kindly.
“I can try,” was the brave response. “I think I can walk part of the way, anyhow.”