Just at this time, for some reason or other, there were no other boats around Bunny and Sue, though at most times there were plenty of crafts coming and going. A fisherman, a lobsterman, or any one who had seen the drifting children and dog could soon have rowed after them and brought them to shore.
The children soon gave up trying to shout and make their voices carry to their father’s dock. They knew enough about winds to feel that they never could be heard the way it was now blowing.
“There’s a man on shore. Maybe he’ll hear us,” suggested Sue, pointing toward an old fisherman who was spreading his nets out to dry.
“All right, let’s call to him,” proposed Bunny.
Again they shouted. But either the man was deaf and did not hear them or, if he heard the voices of the little boy and girl, he thought they were just playing, or “cutting up,” as he might have called it.
So this was of no use, and Bunny and Sue began to feel a bit frightened. Still it was early in the day, and though the wind blew rather hard there was no sign of a storm. And the children knew that before they drifted out to sea some one would row out after them.
But it was not pleasant to feel that they were drifting away, and Bunny and Sue wanted to get to shore, or to their father’s dock, as soon as they could.
“Can’t we do something, Bunny?” asked Sue, after a while.
“What can we do?” he asked.
“Oh, I know!” suddenly cried the little girl. “We can send Patter to shore to get somebody to come after us.”