“We’d better call it a day!” he said at length, reluctantly. “Cap’n Crumbie was right when he said there was going to be more wind. Lend a hand here with the anchor, quickly!”
An angry little squall swept over the surface while the boys were tugging at the cable.
“What’s the matter with the thing!” Jack exclaimed, as the anchor refused to come up.
“It’s stuck in the sand,” George said. “Give it time.”
But, though the lads strained to the utmost, the anchor refused to budge.
“Here’s a nice fix!” said Jack, after a while, resting from his exertions. “Do you know what I believe?”
George shook his head dismally.
“I believe we’ve been fishing right over the place where that schooner went down last winter. Anyway, the anchor has caught fast on something, and we sha’n’t see it again till the ocean runs dry.”
“What are you going to do? Cut it adrift?”