He quickly swung the boat about and headed for the small encampment.
A sudden squall caught the boat sideways.
Edith caught the rim of the boat to steady herself.
"Not a minute to lose," said George grimly.
Hardly had he spoken when a second squall struck the frail craft. With a suddenness almost incredible, the boat was lifted almost entirely out of the water and then with a heavy splash, it completely reversed.
So quickly had the wind accomplished its treachery, that Edith realized nothing until she felt herself rising to the surface of the water, while a strong arm grasped her own with an effort.
George kept her above water with one hand while he held on to one end of the boat with the other. The wind was blowing strong, but no rain had as yet fallen.
Edith felt little or no fear, and with almost a smile she asked George.
"Now what can we do?"
"You are not afraid?" he asked in doubtful surprise.