“Search me. I remember seeing that boat bearing down on us and thinking that she might hit us and then something hit me on the head and, and that was all.”
“Guess you must have banged your head against the stern of the boat as she went over.”
“More than likely.”
The boys lost no more time in getting off their wet clothes.
“Let’s put on our bathing togs and then after we rest up a bit we’ll take the row boat and see if we can find her,” Bob suggested.
“Think you’re equal to it to-day?”
“Sure. I’m all right except for a slight headache and that’s going away fast.”
“Think they meant to do it?” Jack asked a little later as they lay in a hammock on the porch.
“I’d hate to think so.”
“I too, but that excuse about the tiller rope catching is worn a bit threadbare.”