Instead of answering, Brad pointed far upstream. The missing sailboat had been taken in tow by a motor launch from the Yacht Club.
“There goes our boat now, Dan! And with it our chance for a rescue.”
“Let’s yell. Maybe we can attract attention.”
In unison, the boys shouted and waved their arms. Running far down the beach, they watched the receding launch anxiously.
“They see us!” Brad cried in relief. “She’s turning around.”
True to his observation, the motor craft had come about. With the sailboat still in tow, it set a direct course for the island.
“Lucky break for us,” Brad mumbled in relief. “I had visions of spending the night on this place.”
Within a few minutes the launch came close to the island. Brad and Dan saw then that Mr. Hatfield was at the wheel, accompanied by Midge, Red and Chips. The owner of the launch, a man they did not know, also was in the boat.
The Cub leader eased the craft as near shore as he could. When the launch could approach no closer without grounding, he advised Brad and Dan to wade out. Eager hands pulled them over the side into the launch.
“We’ve been worried about you,” Mr. Hatfield said, wrapping his coat about Dan. “Didn’t Midge’s father warn you to remain close to the clubhouse?”