"We're saved, Andy, saved! Now we can crawl up out of the top of the cave and escape. The tide can't reach us now! We're saved!"
CHAPTER XXIII
TO THE RESCUE
Back in the Racer cottage there was an anxious consultation going on.
It was the afternoon of the second day since Andy and Frank had gone to
Cliff Island, and they had not returned.
"I don't like it!" exclaimed Mr. Racer, tossing aside the paper he had been trying to read, and restlessly pacing the floor. "I wish they hadn't gone. I wish they were back."
"Don't you think they can look after themselves?" asked the mother.
Usually she was the more nervous, but this time it was her husband.
"Oh, I suppose they could, ordinarily," he answered. "But this is different."
"How, Dick?" and there was an anxious note in Mrs. Racer's voice. She had just come in from a tennis tournament to find that her husband had returned from New York earlier than usual. Now she began to realize the cause. It was on account of the boys.
"Well, there's a storm coming up, for one thing, and then there's that man. I wish Andy and Frank hadn't started after him."
"It was to help Paul, dear."