She proceeded to relate in a dramatic manner their strange adventure.
“The beasts!” exclaimed the boy. “How could they?”
“Guess that gets asked pretty often these days,” said Florence soberly.
“Question is,” mused the boy, “how are we to get away?”
“Your boat—” began Florence.
“Soaked. Engine dead. Besides, she carries only one person. Positively. Couldn’t even hold one of you on my lap.”
“We’ve fixed up a sort of boat, wreck of an old dory,” suggested Tillie.
“Will she float?”
“I think so.”
“Fine! Give you a tow.