“What can we do?” said George.
“But he’ll drown.”
“He probably has already,” said Grant. “Think how long he’s been under.”
“And you mean to say we’ll never even find his body?” said John, almost unnerved by the sudden catastrophe.
“We’re going to look, anyway,” said Grant decidedly.
“Suppose we row around in a circle for a while,” Fred suggested.
“We can try at least,” said Grant, and fitting the oars into the oarlocks the four boys rowed slowly about, all the time keeping a sharp lookout in all directions. Meanwhile Sam lay motionless on the bottom of the boat. For at least half an hour the search was continued, but not one glimpse of the missing Petersen did they secure.
“I’m afraid it’s no use,” exclaimed Grant at last.
“I guess not,” agreed John. “It wouldn’t do us any good if we did find him now. He’s surely drowned by this time.”
“No doubt of it,” said Grant.