"Is somebody coming?" Freddie wanted to know.
"No, but I see a boat," Flossie went on. "We can get in the boat and row back on the fair grounds and we'll be all right."
Freddie looked to where she pointed and saw a rowboat drawn up on the shore.
"If it's got oars in we could row," he said, for both he and his little sister knew something of handling boats, their father having taught them.
"Let's go down and look," proposed Flossie. "It isn't raining so hard now."
The big drops were not, indeed, pelting down quite so fast, but it was still far from dry.
Getting under the rubber blanket again, the children ran out of the cabin and toward the boat. They were delighted to find oars in it, and, seeing that the rowboat was in good shape, Freddie got in.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed as he sat down on a wet seat. "Here, wait a minute before you sit there, Flossie. I'll put the rubber blanket down to sit on."
The inside of the rubber blanket was dry, and Freddie put the wet side down on the wooden seat. This gave the children something more comfortable to sit on than a wet piece of wood.
"We'll each take an oar and row," proposed Freddie, for he and Flossie were sitting on the same seat. This was the only way to use the same rubber blanket.