“That’s right, cut out the humor for a minute,” Dan agreed. “There isn’t anything especially funny about having to walk all the way home!”
“Thought we were going to float,” said Tom with a grin. They turned from him in impatient disgust, Alf muttering things uncomplimentary to his friend’s mental condition.
“I don’t see—” began Dan.
“Oh, it’s plain enough,” Alf cut in. “They weren’t drawn up very far and when Gerald got in them he pushed them off a little and the wind did the rest. They’re probably out in the sound by this time.”
“I’m awfully sorry,” said Gerald humbly.
“Oh, it wasn’t your fault,” answered Alf. “We ought to have drawn them up farther. I never thought about the wind.”
“Nor I,” said Dan.
“If you’d taken my advice and camped on the other side,” observed Tom sweetly, “this wouldn’t have happened.”
“You be blowed! But, see here, Alf; the wind may have blown them ashore on the other bank lower down.”