“You shouldn’t have come here, Aggie!” he cried, above the noise of the storm.
“Oh, yes! But you shouldn’t have come up here, Aggie!” he cried, above the noise of the storm. “You’ll be drenched!”
“No, I have on Mr. Howbridge’s raincoat. I made him and Ruthie let me come up here to help you. You certainly need help in this emergency.”
“It’s an emergency all right!” declared Neale. “But we may come out of it safely.”
“Can’t I help you steer?” asked Agnes. “I know how.”
“Yes, you may help. I’m trying to make—”
Neale never finished that sentence. A moment later there was a jar that made him and Agnes stagger, and then the Bluebird ceased to progress under the power of her motor and was again being blown before the fury of the storm.
[CHAPTER XXII—ON THE ISLAND]
“What’s the matter? What has happened?” cried Agnes, clinging partly to Neale and partly to the wheel to preserve her balance. “Are we sinking?”
“Oh, no,” he answered. “We either struck something, or the motor has gone bad and stopped. I think it’s the last. I’d better go and see.”