But he didn’t catch The Billow in a minute. That dancing little boat sailed on out of sight and Sunny Boy’s boat moved evenly along till presently he couldn’t see any land at all. He began to wonder how he was going to get back
“Where’s Sunny Boy?” asked Mrs. Horton when lunch time came. “Won’t he be surprised to find you here, Daddy?”
“Where’s Sunny Boy?” asked Mr. Horton, who had come down on an earlier train than usual.
Half an hour passed, an hour. Still no Sunny Boy.
“I’m worried!” Mrs. Horton paced up and down the porch nervously. “I know he hasn’t run away again. Oh, Daddy, where can he be?”
“There are the Gray children,” said Aunt Bessie. “Sunny Boy was sailing boats with them this morning. Call them over and ask them.”
“Sunny Boy?” repeated Ellen when Mrs. Horton asked her. “Oh, his boat got untied, and Sunny took a big boat and went after it. An’ he didn’t ask the man who owned it or nothin’. I wouldn’t let Ralph go, ’cause my mother says rowboats are dangerous.”
Mrs. Horton turned very white.
“There, there, Olive,” said her husband. “It is a beautiful calm day, and he will be all right. We’ll get Captain Franklin to take us in his motor-boat, and we ought to pick him up without much trouble. He can’t have drifted very far.”