“We got adrift, and the motor wouldn’t start,” cried Betty, in shrill tones.
“Pilot biscuit and puppy cakes!” cried the man. “It’s a bunch of girls! No wonder they didn’t know what to do!”
“We did—only we couldn’t do it!” shouted Betty, not willing to have any aspersions cast on herself or her friends. “It was an accident!”
“All right; don’t let it happen again,” cried the steersman, in more kindly tones. And then the Gem slipped on down the river.
“What are we going to do?” asked Mollie, as Grace steered her boat.
“If we’re going to stay out here I’m going to get dressed,” declared Grace. “It’s quite chilly.”
Can you find your way back to the dock?” Aunt Kate inquired. “Can you do it, Betty?”
“I think so. We left a light on it, you know. I’ll turn around and see if I can pick it out. Oh, but I’m all in a tremble!”
“I don’t blame you—it was a narrow escape,” said Mollie.
“I don’t see how we could have gone adrift, unless some one cut the ropes,” remarked Grace. “I’m sure I tied them tightly enough.”