And Kit shouted until she was hoarse but the wind stopped the sound. Even Bet, close beside her, could hardly hear and made a sign for her to stop.
"If I can only get across the channel," thought Bet, as she struggled to keep the canoe balanced.
But all her efforts seemed not to send the canoe ahead even a foot. Buffeted by the angry waves, it was all she could do to keep it afloat.
"Hold on to it, Bet! That's it! Keep it up!" cried Kit. "I think I see a boat coming!"
For a brief moment darkness settled down upon Bet. Her head swam. Her strength was about gone.
There was a violent jar on the canoe that brought her back to her senses. If they were to be saved, she must keep on.
Another wave dashed over them, and Kit's arm was kept busy scooping up the water and throwing it back to the river. Never had she worked so desperately in her life.
At intervals she glanced up at Bet, but the girl's white face was no comfort to her.
Her eyes searched the river again. "It is a boat, Bet! Help is coming!" and as another dash of water struck them she screamed: "Hold it, Bet! Don't let go!"