“Why should you skin yours?” demanded Nell. “These old oars are heavy.”
“How dark it is getting!” drawled Amy. “Even the daylight saving time ought not to be blamed for this.”
Jessie looked up, startled. Over the mainland a black cloud billowed, and as she looked lightning whipped out of it and flashed for a moment like a searchlight.
“A thunderstorm is coming!” she cried. “We’d better turn back.”
But when Nell looked up and saw the coming tempest she knew she could never row back to the inlet before the wind, at least, reached them.
“We’ll go right ashore,” she said with confidence.
“What do you say, Amy?” Jessie asked.
“Far be it from me to interfere,” said the other Roselawn girl, carelessly, and without even turning around to look. “I’m in the boat and will go wherever the boat goes.”
Nell, settling to the oars again with vigor, remarked:
“One thing sure, we don’t want the boat overturned and have to follow it to the bottom. Oh! Hear that thunder, will you?”