Daddy Bunker, left his wife sitting on the sand and ran to loosen the large boat. But Cousin Tom cried:
"Don't take that. It will be too slow and too heavy to row."
"What shall we take?" asked the children's father.
"Here comes a motor-boat. I'll hail the man in that and ask him to go after the drifting boat for us," Cousin Tom answered.
"All right," agreed Mr. Bunker, as he looked up and saw coming down the inlet, or Clam River, a speedy motor-boat, in which sat a man. This would be much faster than a rowboat.
Just then Mrs. Bunker, who had jumped up from the sand where she had been sitting for a moment, and who was running toward her husband, cried:
"Oh, see! The children are standing up! Oh, if they should fall overboard!"
Margy and Mun Bun, who, at first, had been sitting down in the drifting boat, were now seen to be standing up. And it is always dangerous to stand up in a small boat.
Daddy Bunker put his hands to his mouth, to make a sort of megaphone, and called:
"Sit down, Margy! Sit down, Mun Bun! Sit down and keep quiet and Daddy will soon come for you. Sit down and keep still!"