"Yes, let's sail to our camp," agreed Sue. "Won't they be s'prised to see us come up this way with an umbrella?"
"I guess they will," said Bunny.
The wind blew stronger. It was all Bunny could do to hold to the umbrella now. The wind almost blew it from his hands. Even with Sue to help him it was hard work.
"If you could only tie it fast," suggested Sue.
"Maybe I can," said Bunny. "Here's a rope."
The rope by which the boat had been tied to a tree on the island lay in the bottom of the boat. The umbrella had a crooked handle, and the tying of one end of the rope around this, helped Bunny to hold the queer sail.
The boat now went on faster and faster.
"Why, there's our camp, away over there!" cried Sue, pointing. "Why don't you sail to it, Bunny?"
Bunny looked. Indeed, the white tents of Camp Rest-a-While were on the other side of the lake—far away. And the wind was blowing the boat farther and farther off. Bunny and Sue could not get back to camp, for now they had nothing with which to steer their boat. Of course, if the wind had been blowing toward the tents, instead of away from it, they could have gotten there without steering. But now they could not.
"Oh, dear!" cried Sue. "Where are we going, Bunny?"