“It looks so.”
“Suppose we had hit one of those big rocks where I fell in,” said George. “Our anchor wouldn’t have done us very much good there.”
“I should say not,” agreed Grant. “Isn’t that a camp over there?”
His three companions gazed in the direction he indicated and sure enough a big white tent very similar to their own appeared on shore, a short distance from the spot where the Balsam lay at anchor.
“I don’t see anybody around,” remarked Fred. “Do you suppose they’re all away?”
“The best way to find out is to go and see for ourselves,” exclaimed Grant.
“That’s right,” observed George. “Let’s get the anchor up and sail in.”
“There’s a dock there too, where we can land,” said Fred. “Perhaps the people who are camping here have been caught out in the storm.”
“We’ll soon know anyway,” said Grant, making his way forward to assist George in getting up the anchor.