their situation was one well calculated to cause alarm.




CHAPTER XIII

LOST IN THE FOG


"What's to be done?" asked Will presently.

"I'm looking the motor over, first of all. Perhaps it's a small matter,
and I can fix it up. Sometimes these new machines act a bit cranky. Want
of oil will even bring about trouble. Jerry, you take a look with me. Two
heads are often better than one," said Frank.

"Can we do anything?" questioned Bluff.

"Just try and see if you can hear a sound like water washing up on the
beach. We couldn't land with this boat as though it were smaller."

"That's a fact. Say! if we were in our canoes, now, how easy it would be
to run up on that same beach, lift the jolly little craft out, and go
ashore! As it is, we must stay afloat, and take the chances of a storm
coming up."

"Storm!" echoed Will, looking hastily around. "Oh, come, now! You don't
think there can be any danger of that happening, do you, Frank?"