“Something is wrong on the river.”
“Wrong on the river?” queried several, in a chorus.
“Yes. Don’t you hear the screaming?”
“Time!” cried the umpire, and the game came to a stop.
“Say, that is somebody screaming!” exclaimed Stanley. “Sounds like a girl’s voice.”
“It’s from that excursion boat!” said another student. And as he spoke he pointed to a small river steamer, gaily decorated with flags and bunting, that had appeared around a bend of the stream.
“Why, that’s the Thistle!” ejaculated Dick.
“The Thistle?” repeated Sam. “Oh, Dick, that’s the steamer the girls from Hope were going to use for their picnic up the river!”
“I know it.”
“Do you suppose Grace and Nellie and Dora are on board?”