“Now what have you done, you big chump?” demanded the latter of Burd Alling. “You’ve run us into the shore.”
“I haven’t been steering the old tub,” growled out Burd. “I told you I couldn’t see.”
“I believe you. You must be stone blind——”
“Oh! Oh!” cried Amy again. “My feet are wet. It—it’s sinking!”
“Don’t be foolish, Amy,” begged her brother. “Squealing won’t help us.”
“Well, just the same, I’m not going to stay down there and get wet,” and she clambered upon the decked-over portion of the launch.
“We never hit the shore, Darry,” declared Burd, from up forward.
“What is it, then?”
“She is sinking!” interrupted Amy, a second time. “Darry Drew, if you have brought us out here on this lake to drown us, papa and mamma will never forgive you!”
Jessie began to giggle nervously at this. But she scrambled up on the deck-house after her chum. The water was running fast into the bottom of the launch.