“Indeed we all may well be glad,” Mrs. Bobbsey said.
“Will those fishermen have to row all the way to shore?” asked Freddie, looking across the waters. No land was in sight.
“No, they don’t have to row,” said the mate of the steamer. “They have a little gasolene engine in their boat, and the land is not so far away as it seems, only five or six miles. They can get in all right if no more sharks come after them, and I don’t believe any will.”
The fishermen waved their hands to the passengers on the steamer, and the Bobbsey twins and the others waved back.
“Good-bye!” shouted the children, as loudly as they could. Whether the others heard them or not was not certain, but they continued to wave their hands.
It took some time to hoist the lifeboat up in its place on the steamer, and in this Freddie and the others were quite interested.
“I’d like to own a boat like that myself,” said the little boy.
“What would you do with it?” questioned Flossie.
“Oh, I’d have a whole lot of fun,” was the ready answer.
“Would you give me a ride?”