Then we just rowed around and neither one of us said anything. It was awful dark and still.
"How do you suppose Skinny happened to get there?" I asked Westy.
"The flood carried him through," he said.
"But how did he happen to be in the cove? It couldn't have carried him through if he hadn't been in the cove," I said.
"Guess we'll never know that," I told him.
Then we rowed around some more and neither of us said anything.
"Look up there and see if you think that's a lantern," Westy said, after a while.
"Yes, it is," I said, "they're coming back." And then my heart began to thump.
"I bet they've got them and that everything's all right," Westy said;
"I kind of think so by the way the lantern is swinging."
Pretty soon we saw another light and then another one; and then I could hear some of the fellows talking and hear twigs crunch under their feet as they scrambled down. I didn't dare to call them, but Westy called.