"Don't you think they'll find us—or we them—by breakfast time?" asked Ruth, apprehensively.
"It's possible that it may not happen," Russ answered, slowly, and his words seemed rather ominous to the two girls, at least.
"Oh, don't worry," advised Mrs. Maguire. "We'll be all right, I'm sure. At the same time it might be a good plan not to eat all the food we have."
"Oh, I agree to that!" said Alice, hastily.
"I'll shoot a wild turkey to-morrow," promised Paul, with a laugh. "Then we will have a real Thanksgiving feast."
"I hope we don't have to stay as long as that," sighed Ruth. "Oh, how father will worry!" she said to Alice.
"Probably, but it can't be helped. He will know we would come back if we could, and he'll know we will take care of ourselves."
"Still, he can't help worrying," insisted Ruth.
Fortunately the boat was a roomy one, and the lost ones were not as uncomfortable as might have been imagined, with the rugs and cushions and the piece of canvas, as well as their raincoats, for covering.
The craft was tied to a tree on shore, in a sort of little cove, and there the five prepared to spend the night. The moon came up higher over the trees, and shone down on the strange scene.