"That's right!" declared Allen. "John's repair shop is in this cove. He must have anchored her out, and the storm tore her loose. He evidently doesn't know it."
"Well, we know it!" cried Will, "and she'll be on those rocks in a few minutes more. See! She's drifting right toward them!"
It needed but a glance to disclose this. The drifting motor boat, under the influence of wind and waves, was heading straight toward some half-submerged but sharp rocks that were a danger-point in the little cove.
"What's to be done?" demanded Roy.
"You must save your boat, that's certain!" put in Betty, thus sustaining her reputation as a Little Captain.
"We've got to," said Will. "But to take you girls out there again——"
"Don't you dare do it, in this storm!" broke in Grace, for the wind and rain had now reached their height.
"Can't you land us?" asked Betty, taking in the situation at a glance. "That will be best. Put us on shore and then this boat will be so much easier to handle. The wind is right, and you can get the Pocohontas before she goes on the rocks."
"She's got the idea," declared Allen, admiringly. "We can save our boat, if we hustle."
"Then—'hustle'!" cried Betty, with a little blush, as she shook her head to rid her flashing eyes of raindrops. "Put us ashore at the dock, and save the Pocohontas."