For some time they tried all tactics known to navigators caught in a similar predicament, then finally settled down to make the best of a bad bargain.
"Why can't we go in to shore on the little boat?" asked Grace, still anxious to try the dory.
"What good would that do us?" asked Mae.
"Some one may be camped there," Grace added further.
"Even so, a camper couldn't move the Blowell more than we can," said Eugenia.
"Our only hope is a tow," reflected Mae, "and I don't see a launch, and no launch could ever see us in this pocket."
"I'm so sorry I suggested the islands," said Grace contritely. "Of course, I'm a very green sailor."
"Not your fault in the least," Eugenia assured. "We should have known better."
"And when may the tide come in?" asked Julia innocently.
"Some time A. M.," said Mae, hiding her concern with a brave show of indifference.