“The lunch won’t be worth much now, I’m afraid,” said John ruefully.
“Oh, I don’t know; it’s under the deck.”
“I know, but the boat has a lot of water in her now and if it touches that basket it will soon soak through.”
“How deep is this lake?”
“I’ve no idea. I don’t even know where we are.”
“I’m afraid we’re going to run ashore all of a sudden somewhere.”
“The anchor ought to catch before that happens,” said John. “It’s trailing now you know.”
“I know it is, but suppose we hit a lone rock.”
“We’re running that chance. I don’t know what we can do about it.”
“Are you trying to steer, Fred?” asked Grant who together with George had now crawled back to the stern of the boat.