“Oh, I’ve got one more on my line!” exclaimed Janet. “I think he’s a big one, for he pulls hard. Let me get him, Ted.”
“All right,” he agreed. And when Janet had pulled up her cord Teddy leaned over, ready with the net.
His foot slipped on some of the slimy, green seaweed in the bottom of the boat, and Ted almost fell overboard. However, he saved himself by grasping one of the oars, though both of the wooden blades rattled about in the boat.
“Don’t let my crab get away!” cried Janet.
“I’ve got him!” shouted her brother. And he did get the squirming creature in the net, dumping Mr. Crab into the basket.
“There, that’s the last one!” said Janet, with a sigh of satisfaction. “Now we’ll go home. Oh, but, Teddy! Look!” she suddenly cried.
“What’s the matter?” asked the boy.
“The oars are gone!” Janet answered. “And we’re drifting away! Oh, Teddy, we’re adrift, and we’ll go out to sea! Oh, dear!”
CHAPTER XVII
ON THE ISLAND
Drifting away the Curlytops surely were. The tide was carrying them down the little bay, and out toward the big bay and the open sea, though this place, where the big waves rolled and where sharks and other big fishes swam, was still a long way off.