“We might do it if we had a crowbar,” Jack suggested as they lay panting.
“I believe we could and there’s one at the boat house.”
“Then we’d better go get it.”
They rested a few minutes and then rowed back to the cottage and got the bar.
Back again Bob tied a strong cord to the bar and fastened the other end to the row boat.
“Afraid that bar’d be too heavy to bring up,” he explained.
Then he jumped in holding the bar in his hands and trusting to its weight to carry him to the bottom. Jack followed and soon they had the end in the crevice and were tugging with all their strength.
To their great satisfaction they felt the big rock give a trifle and after another mighty pull on the bar the rudder slipped out and the boat began to rise. They had hardly gotten into the row boat when first one barrel and then the other came above the surface.
“Hurrah for Archi.,” Jack shouted.
Bob grinned as he panted for breath.