“We have got to keep in out of the rain for a while,” Cora cautioned. “There are enough water-loaded clouds over there yet to dampen our enthusiasm.”
This proved to be true, for torrents of rain followed in the wake of the vanishing thunder clouds.
But the wind had ceased, and the waves soon quieted. With more than a sigh of relief the Chelton girls and boys fell into the course made now by the Dixie, for in that boat Denny Shane was at the wheel.
CHAPTER XII
THE CALM
A more delightful scene than Crystal Bay presented, two hours after the squall, could scarcely be imagined. To the motor girls it was particularly effective, as may easily be imagined. Coming back around the island the Dixie picked up the lost canoe, so this left nothing to be worried over in the record of adventure.
“How do you feel, Lottie?” Cora asked, when all had landed safely and stood looking over the waters that could be so deceptive.
“Oh, I am all right, really,” answered Lottie, a little ashamed that she should have allowed herself to give way.