Ted knew it would be of no use to ask again, so he made the best of it.
“Look!” suddenly said Tom. “The men are rowing away in a little boat.”
He pointed to the motor boat, which was now right side up again, but was very low in the water, as if the waves, washing over it, had half filled it. And as he pointed the others saw what he meant.
The two men in the wrecked motor boat, who had been waving a white handkerchief as a signal, must have been towing a rowboat behind their launch. And when they were tossed into the lake by the storm, they swam around and got in the smaller craft. In this they were now rowing away from the wreck as hard as they could row.
“Well, I guess we don’t have to go out to save them,” said Uncle Ben, who was loosening a rope that held the largest of Mr. Martin’s rowboats to the dock. “They are rescuing themselves.”
“It does look so,” replied Mr. Martin. “I wonder if they’ll come here.”
While Uncle Ben and Mr. Martin stood on the pier, hardly knowing what to do, Ted saw something else.
“Look!” he cried, pointing over the windy waves. “There’s another motor boat chasing the first one.”
“Yes, there is a big craft coming from near the Point,” said Uncle Ben. “And it looks as if they were going to the wreck.”
Daddy Martin took a telescope from the boathouse at the dock, and through this glass, which made things that were far off seem close by, he looked across the lake.