“Why—why!” he cried. “She’s gone! The Swallow is gone!” and he pointed to the little bay.
The motor boat was no longer at anchor there!
[CHAPTER XIX—AWAY AGAIN]
“What’s that you say?” asked Captain Crane. “The Swallow gone?”
“She isn’t there,” Bert answered. “But maybe that isn’t the bay where she was anchored. Maybe we’re in the wrong place.”
“No, this is the place all right,” said Cousin Jasper. “But our boat is gone!”
There was no doubt of it. The little bay that had held the fine, big motor boat was indeed empty. The small boat was drawn up on the sand, but that was all.
“Where can it have gone?” asked Mr. Bobbsey. “Did you know the men we left on it were going away, Captain Crane?”
“No, indeed, I did not! I can’t believe that Mr. Chase and the others have gone, and yet the boat isn’t here.”
Captain Crane was worried. So were Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey and Cousin Jasper. Even Flossie and Freddie, young as they were, could tell that.