So they went out a little farther. They were more than a hundred feet from shore when Janet suddenly gave a cry.
“What’s the matter?” called Ted.
“I lost my push-pole!” his sister answered.
“I’ll get it for you,” Ted offered.
He pushed the boat toward his sister’s floating pole, but, in doing so, lost hold of his own.
“Now mine’s gone!” he cried.
Then the wind suddenly blew, sending the boat farther away from the two poles. They now had no means of moving the boat unless they paddled with their hands. Ted tried this, but could not make the craft come any nearer the drifting poles.
“Oh, how far out we are from shore!” cried Janet. “Let’s go back, Ted.”
Ted tried, but it was of no use. The wind was blowing them farther and farther out into the lake.