"I'll say she can," Bob agreed, glancing out of the window. "Look at those white caps out there. It's no wonder she tipped over."
"And now, I suppose the boy hero will have to marry the pretty girl he saved from a watery grave and live happily ever after," Jack gibed and dodged just in time to escape a wet shoe. "Oh, well, if you feel that way about it, I'll keep still," he laughed.
"You better had," Bob growled, struggling to pull off a wet sock.
"What do you suppose became of that canoe?" Jack asked a few minutes later. "I forgot all about it."
"Same here. But I guess it'll be all right. It can't sink and it's probably been blown ashore by this time."
"If it doesn't pound to pieces on the rocks."
"Well, it can't be helped now. We'll have a look for it after supper if the wind goes down."
"There goes the supper bell," Jack said a few minutes later. "I hate to go down for fear they'll make a big fuss over us and I do hate that sort of thing."
"Same here, but we've got to face it sometime and I suppose we might as well go down now and have it over with."
There were some twenty-five or more people in the dining-room as they entered and their worst fears were realized. Everyone stood up as soon as they appeared and a big man over in one corner shouted: