As if suddenly making up his mind, the pigeon winged off toward shore. He flew in a dead straight line.
“He’s going toward Mr. Green’s place!” Vevi shouted. “Oh, I knew Snow White could do it.”
“He isn’t there yet,” Connie reminded her. “He may meet a hawk on the way and get into a fight.”
“It isn’t far to Mr. Green’s place though. And Snow White’s flying fast.”
The girls watched at the railing until they no longer were able to see the bird. Then as the cruiser began to wallow heavily in the waves, they went back inside the cruiser.
“At least we won’t starve even if we are carried out to sea,” said Connie, looking around.
The Adventurer evidently had been stocked for a long cruise. In addition to tins of meat, vegetables and miscellaneous items, there were sacks of fresh fruit and cookies.
“I’m awfully hungry,” said Connie, her mouth watering at sight of a big juicy pear. “I don’t think we should eat any of Mrs. Allison’s food though, unless we’re almost starving.”
“I am now,” declared Vevi. “I’m thirsty too.”
Though the girls looked everywhere they could not find any drinking water.