“Are we really stuck?” demanded Jane breathlessly.
“Will the tide wash the car away?” questioned Sunny.
“Let’s all push,” suggested Connie.
“We’ll have to if we are to get out,” Mrs. Williams said. She gazed nervously at the waves. Each one was chewing away a larger and larger bite of sand.
By noticing the rim of dried seaweed along shore, the Brownies could tell that the ocean came exactly that far at high tide. The waves would be certain to sweep over the floor boards of the car.
“Salt water ruins a car very easily,” declared Miss Gordon. “We must get out somehow.”
She glanced hopefully toward the lighthouse. Connie offered to run there and ask for help. But Miss Gordon told her it would be useless as the lone attendant never was allowed to leave his post.
Jane found several large blocks of wood which she placed under the rear tires. It did no good. When Mrs. Williams tried to pull forward again, the pieces of wood were thrown aside.
“Let’s all push,” urged Rosemary. “I’m real strong.”
Miss Gordon agreed that the girls might try to shove the car out. She warned them however, not to strain hard.