"You don't see it anywhere, do you?"
"N—no."
"Then, obviously, it's at the Fort, isn't it?"
"I—I suppose so."
"Well, then, we're making progress. Now, how do I get it over here?"
"Swim," said Robert, helplessly, at his wit's end.
Beatrice stamped her small foot upon the piazza. "Uncle John," she called, "come here! How is Queen coming across the river?" she asked, when he appeared.
"Well, now, Bee, I don't know. There's no bridge and no way to go around. She'll either have to come in a boat or swim."
Robert flashed a grateful glance at him, but said nothing.
"She won't get into a boat," said Beatrice, with a puzzled little frown on her face. "We swam a river together once, but she didn't like it, and we both got wet."