“Well, they won’t be lost very long,” said Mr. Button. “Somebody will pick them up and take them back to Mackinac Island. That isn’t more than forty miles away anyhow.”
“Well, we’re afraid somebody may not find them,” said Grant. “We don’t see any boats anywhere around here.”
As he spoke the boy stood erect and looked in all directions over the smooth waters of Lake Huron. As was the case with Fred and John the only indications of boats anywhere in the vicinity were the long low trails of smoke that could be seen far in the west.
“How are we going to get back, Mr. Button?” inquired George.
“I don’t know,” replied Mr. Button. “I think we’ll have to wait for somebody to pick us up.”
“But there isn’t any boat anywhere around here,” protested Grant.
“There may be before night,” said Mr. Button quietly. “And besides we cannot do anything to call any one.”
“We might try yelling together,” suggested George.
Mr. Button smiled, but made no response.
“If we had some oars or a little sail we might do something,” suggested Grant. “I’m going to look around and see if there isn’t a sail on board anywhere.”