“If only we’d drift past one of those red buoys, maybe we could grab onto it,” she said.
The buoys which marked the harbor channel ran almost in a straight line out from shore. But the Adventurer did not drift very close to any of them.
In reaching out, trying to grasp one of the markers, Connie lost her brown Beanie cap. It fell into the water and was caught by a wave. For a minute she could see it floating on the foamy crest. Then it was gone.
Hopefully, the girls gazed toward shore. They could see the long rows of cottages, the pier, the town dock and two church spires.
“It’s almost seven o’clock,” Connie said. “Don’t worry, Vevi. Mrs. Allison, my mother or Miss Gordon will be coming down to the beach soon now. They’ll see that the boat is missing and send help.”
“But they won’t know what’s become of the Adventurer, Connie. We’ve drifted so you can’t see the dock where the boat was tied up.”
“Let’s tie a white cloth to the railing,” Connie suggested. “Maybe someone will see that and know we’re in trouble.”
Going into the cabin, the children searched for a suitable object. Finally they found a towel they were able to use. But they did not have much hope it would attract anyone’s attention.
Vevi’s gaze presently fell upon Snow White’s basket. The pigeon was drowsing.
“Say! Why didn’t we think of it before, Connie?”