Curled down in the bottom of the boat, he rested his head on one of the seats and tried to shut out the hot sunlight.
“I wish,” he murmured drowsily, “I had a drink of water. I wish Mother was here. I wish I had my boat to show Daddy.”
Then, still making more wishes, Sunny Boy fell asleep.
CHAPTER XV
A HAPPY ENDING
The cheerful chug-chug of Captain Franklin’s motor-boat, on its way to find Sunny Boy, was something of a comfort to Sunny’s anxious mother.
“He can hear it while we’re afar off,” she said to Mr. Horton, “and perhaps he will stand up and wave. How dreadful it must be, Harry, for sailors to be adrift on this great ocean for days at a time.”
“Yes indeed,” nodded Mr. Horton, “but Sunny Boy, you know, isn’t going to be adrift even one day. What’s the matter?”
The noise of the engine stopped and the Rocket began to drift.
“Engine trouble,” explained the captain briefly. “I’ll have to ask you to move a bit while I get those tools under the seat.”
Poor Mrs. Horton looked as if she would like to cry. It was hard, when she felt that every minute they were delayed Sunny’s boat might be going farther and farther out to sea.