“But we didn’t know the boat would come loose!” said Sue, as they drifted out farther and farther.
“No,” agreed Bunny. “Somebody was careless.”
He had often heard his father say that when some other fisherman’s boats became loose and drifted away.
“What are we going to do, Bunny?” asked his sister, and it sounded as if the little girl might cry, as indeed she was almost ready to do.
“I’ll see if I can’t paddle back to shore with my hands,” said Bunny, and he leaned over the side of the boat.
“Don’t fall in!” warned Sue, as her mother might have done.
“I won’t,” said Bunny. But he soon found it was not very easy to paddle with his hands. The wind blew him, his sister, and Patter farther out from shore all the while, and by this time the Brown boat and fish dock was some distance down the bay.
“We’d better call,” suggested Sue. “Then maybe Bunker will come and get us, or maybe daddy will.”
“All right—let’s call,” agreed Bunny.
They shouted as loudly as they could, and if the wind had been blowing in the right direction probably they would have been heard on their father’s dock, or by some of the men in the fish house. But, as it was, the wind was blowing the wrong way and carried the voices of the children out to sea.