“Good idea,” tossed down Neale, as he staggered upon the break of the cabin roof.
There came a knocking on the cabin door. It was stuck.
“There! They want to get out already,” cried Mr. Howbridge.
“‘Want to’ and ‘Can’ are two different things,” replied Luke. “Let ’em knock!”
It was not that the boys were callous, but they knew that if the girls came out of the cabin they would immediately appreciate the full danger of the situation. Agnes and Ruth would not be able to see much through the narrow deadlights.
Mr. Howbridge went to the cabin slide. He put his lips close to the door and shouted:
“Don’t bother! Stay where you are! We are all right, but must wait for the wind to stop.”
“Let—us—out!” shrieked Agnes’ voice.
“Stay where you are and keep still!” commanded their guardian more sternly. Then he asked the boys, with no little anxiety: “Is it safe to let them stay down there? Suppose she should turn turtle?”
“We’re riding pretty fair now,” said Luke.