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"Glad I took them along, although I did so unconsciously." "We must have a troop meeting to-morrow," said Margaret. "This alters everything." "I think it simply turns on the gasoline," remarked Grace. "Now, we know something about Looney Land." Neal was leading in his new launch, and the Blowell followed as proudly as if nothing had occurred to spoil her trip.
"Indians live there yet, I should think," replied Neal, turning on some more gas to keep up with the pace the Blowell was making. "What's the name of that island, do you know?" called Grace. "Surely," he replied, with a laugh in his boyish voice. "That's the famous Luna Land!" "LOOK! Look!" shrieked Grace. "That's Luna Land!" "Oh, isn't that too stupid!" added Cleo, almost in dismay.
We may get a line on the wild animals, you know." "I like motor boating even better than sail boating, and I thought the Blowell was perfect." This was Cleo's comment on the Treddie's trip, as the launch skimmed over the river and bay, rejoicing in every wave presented to her bow. "We won't get stuck on a sand bar, at any rate," reflected Louise. "This boat has power enough to push itself off."
"Even so, a camper couldn't move the Blowell more than we can," said Eugenia. "Our only hope is a tow," reflected Mae, "and I don't see a launch, and no launch could ever see us in this pocket." "I'm so sorry I suggested the islands," said Grace contritely. "Of course, I'm a very green sailor." "Not your fault in the least," Eugenia assured. "We should have known better."
"However did you find us?" asked Julia when they were making sure the Blowell could "sail under her own steam" as Neal put it. "I didn't I just happened by. Out trying my new motor boat " "She's a beauty," commented Mae, feeling foolish as she uttered the words, for any old tug boat would have been a beauty under the circumstances. How differently everything looked now!
Accordingly, the Blowell was directed toward the islands, that seemed like mere splashes of green, spilled on the blue water. In and out they went in apparent safety, every one enjoying the close land sailing, and the glimpses of varied woodlands these little islands exhibited. "Tide's going out fast," called Mae, as the sail swung north. Eugenia did not reply.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" called Eugenia, and scampering through the woods, they jumped into their little boat and started off, Cleo still carrying the two Peter Pan messages. Reaching the clearance they could see a launch pulled up beside the Blowell. "Oh, joy!" fairly screamed Helen. "A launch!"
Grace leaned over the stern to affix the little marine emblem in its place, and soon the sail swung out on its halyard, and when the mate, Eugenia, cut loose from shore, the Blowell lost no time in demonstrating the power of its name. "Oh, how delightful," gasped Margaret. "And we thought canoeing was fun." "It's just glorious," exhaled Julia. "Now, aren't you glad I changed our plans?"
Down in the cabin a real tea was served at four o'clock, and if automobiling is conducive to real appetites, sailing leads to the port of hunger-pangs; and as an alleviative Orange Pekoe, cheese, cookies, lettuce sandwiches, with peanut butter and other conserves, can be heartily recommended, according to the Log of the Blowell, as inscribed that day by the True Treds.
Opening the sail, clear of every reef, Mae tried to get off the bar, and Eugenia urged the tiller to try one spot, then another; but the Blowell stood still, and defied the breeze or water to move her. "Can't we go?" asked Cleo, just beginning to realize their predicament. "Not unless we are lifted," replied Mae gloomily. "Do you mean to tell us we are stuck?" asked Louise.
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