“Don’t cry, Vevi,” she comforted her. “We’re still in the bay. Mr. Curry said we’ll be sighted before we drift very far out.”
“Mr. Curry doesn’t care what becomes of us,” Vevi said, lifting her head out of the pillow. “He was mean and deceitful!”
“Mr. Curry is afraid we’ll tell what we saw,” Connie declared. “Oh, I wish we could get off this boat in time to catch him!”
Far across the bay the girls heard the muffled roar of a motorboat engine.
Hopeful of a rescue, they darted out of the cabin. The boat they had heard was a long distance away, moving not toward them, but in the opposite direction.
Nevertheless, Vevi and Connie screamed and screamed for help.
Their cries were useless. The boat kept on, soon disappearing in the direction of the distant lighthouse.
“Why doesn’t someone see us?” whimpered Vevi. “Why doesn’t Mrs. Allison come? Or the Brownies?”
Connie was becoming more worried by the moment. The Adventurer, she noted, was drifting faster and faster.
No longer was it close to shore or other boats. If once it passed the mouth of the bay, they would truly be at sea.