“You’ll not tell the police anything for an hour or so,” said Mr. Curry. “You’re taking a little ride out into the bay.”
As he spoke, he gave the cruiser a hard shove. It shot several feet away from the wharf, barely clearing another boat tied on the other side.
“You’ll not be carried too far out,” Mr. Curry called. “The drifting boat will be sighted eventually by the lighthouse keeper or from shore. So relax and have a nice time, kiddies. You’ll not be seeing me again!”
Mr. Curry stood a moment, watching the boat drift slowly away. Then he turned and was lost to view behind another cruiser.
Connie and Vevi were so frightened that for a moment or two they could not speak.
Already the cruiser was so far from the wharf that they could not leap ashore. The water was much too deep for them to jump off and try to wade in.
“What’ll we do?” Vevi wailed.
“Scream for help!” Connie advised. “Yell as loudly as you can.”
Both girls called for help, over and over again. Although it now was nearly seven o’clock, no one seemed to be on the beach. Captain Tarwell was not in sight either, nor were any of the Brownies.
“Oh, Connie, we’re being carried out to sea!” Vevi gasped.