On all sides of them heavy sticks of timber were bobbing up and down on the whitecaps, and presently one of these bumped into the craft occupied by Jack and Fred and two of the girls. The rowboat careened so much that quite a large quantity of water was shipped, which made Ruth and May scream in fright.
"Stand up in the bow, Fred, and see if you—can—ward—them—off!" gasped Jack as well as his semi-exhausted condition would permit. "I'll stick to—the—oars."
He knew he must keep the rowboat headed up into the wind, for the squall had not yet subsided sufficiently to allow of their taking it sidewise.
A moment later came a cry from the other rowboat as the craft slipped up and over several large sticks of timber.
The craft slipped up and over several large sticks of timber.
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"Gosh! that was a narrow escape!" was Andy's comment, as the craft finally righted itself.
"Oh, dear! if only we were on shore once more!" wailed Annie, for at least the tenth time.
"I never dreamed that we would have such a dreadful experience as this!" came from Alice.
Randy said nothing, but continued to row, while Andy did the same as Fred was doing, both trying their best to ward off the heavy sticks which came floating towards them every minute or two.