“Can’t we signal them?” inquired Fred anxiously.
“Signal them? No. We haven’t anything to signal with in the first place and they can’t see us in the second.”
“The storm is going down,” suggested Fred. “They say the lake up here gets quiet almost as quickly as it gets stirred up.”
“It can’t get quiet any too soon to suit me,” said John dryly. “Where’s the mate?”
“I don’t know. I don’t see him anywhere.”
Both boys looked carefully along the shore, but no trace of the missing oarsmen was discovered.
The rain had ceased by this time and the sky was clearing. Not a sign of the presence of the Gadabout was to be seen on the waters before them. The oarsmen had disappeared and each boy for a moment gazed anxiously at his companion.
“Look yonder!” said John, suddenly pointing as he spoke to a spot in the direction of the interior of the island.
“What is it?” said Fred.
“Why, there’s a house up yonder. Don’t you see it?”