CHAPTER VI
THE RESCUE
After the canoe had started on its voyage that was to prove so terrifying to the girls, Joy had stretched herself at full length in the sand preparing for a lazy afternoon. She was content just to let the sand sift through her fingers. Mostly she liked to dance or sing, but today she was too indolent. Shirley busied herself as usual, directing her camera this time toward some gulls that flew above her head.
"Now I'm going to fix the camera ready to get a good snap of the girls in the canoe. Kit wants one to send to her mother."
"I do believe they've gone clear over to the other side, haven't they, Shirley?" said Joy jumping to her feet.
"There they are, they look like a little speck over there."
But as soon as they saw the first sign of a storm, they grew restless. "I do wish those girls would get back! It's not safe to be out in a canoe in any kind of a storm."
The cloud grew bigger and bigger and was turning black and menacing. A storm was coming. "I know what I'm going to do," declared Joy. "That rain isn't far off. I'm going for help before it's needed."
Just what she intended to do, she hardly knew. She had made no plan. She would go to the Manor and tell Uncle Nat.
A few rods up the path she met Bob Evans and Phil Gordon.