The remainder of the day seemed like a dream to the girls. Never had time passed so slowly. They were waiting for what the night might bring.
The boys made several other trips to the fisherman’s cabin, going afoot through the woods, as the Lassie had again gone on a strike, and a man from the garage was working over the Dixie.
The fisherman’s cabin could be reached in two ways, but the water route was preferred by the young people, even though it was longer.
The boys could not find Denny at home, however, and planned to be at his cabin just at dusk, and to remain there until something happened.
“So we’ll be sure to be there when the men arrive,” said Jack.
Finally twilight came, and with the falling of night the repairs to the Dixie were completed. She seemed to be running better than in some time.
“Well, here we go!” remarked Walter, as the boys took their places in the swift craft. “We’ll let you girls know what happens—as soon as it happens.”
“You’d better!” laughed Cora. “We’ll be very anxious.”
She and her chums had come down to the dock to see the boys leave on their trip to save Denny from an unknown danger.
Then came more anxious waiting.