"It"s going to be pretty squally, in all probability," spoke up Midshipman Dan. "Do you see the big puffs of wind in the clouds yonder?"
"It must take a sailor to see that sort of thing," remarked Belle. "What I see in the cloud looks like big, fluffy ma.s.ses of cotton, streaked with something darker."
"That"s the wind," nodded Dave Darrin. "Now, girls, I don"t want you to think me a m.u.f.f. That wind may swerve, and not come this way, although in all probability the wind will get this way and the water will be rougher.
If it does get rougher on the river, and if we had taken you two out, and the boat had capsized, then by some chance we might not have been able to get you to sh.o.r.e. What would your folks then say to us if we had had the miserable luck to survive you?"
"You did just right," Laura declared promptly. "To tell the truth, I didn"t want to disappoint either of you boys this afternoon, but I didn"t believe the wind was quiet enough for boating on the river. But mother reminded me that I was going with two young men who had been trained as sailors, and that I ought to be as safe as I would in the home parlor."
"Well, aren"t you?" smiled Belle Meade.
"Did you really want to go out on the river, Belle?" Dave asked.
"Not when you don"t believe it to be safe."
"I suppose Foss will be joking around town about our being afraid of the water," muttered; Dan.
"What do you care!" asked Dave quietly. "You"re responsible to the United States Government--not to a few private citizens on the streets of Gridley."
"You"ll take us out on the water before your leave is over, won"t you?"
urged Belle.
"A dozen of times, if you care to go," Dave; replied quickly.
"In a sailboat?" quizzed Belle. "It must; be great fun to sail, and I"ve never been in a sailboat."
"I"d rather take you out in a good, solid rowboat," Dave answered slowly.
"Why, haven"t you had much sailboat practice at Annapolis yet?"
"We"ve had some," Darrin nodded. "But I"m afraid I don"t believe much in small sailboats for girls" parties."
"Oh, very well."
"Now, Belle, you will begin to believe that I"m a m.u.f.f at heart," Darrin remonstrated.
"I won"t anyway, Dave," Laura broke in. "I can see that you"re merely determined that we shall take no risks when we go out with you. I shall feel very safe in whatever you propose for water sports."
"It"s a good deal better to be safe, than sorry, when you have girls under your care," Dan Dalzell added.
The motor boat, a fast though a low-hulled craft, had been long out of sight up the river. Presently there came a new turn to the wind. Dan wet a forefinger and held it up to the breeze.
"I hope Foss has sense enough to run in somewhere and tie up until the coming squall blows over," Dalzell remarked.
"Are we going to have a storm?" Belle asked quickly.
"Not rain, if that"s what you mean," Darrin replied. "But I believe the river is going to be pretty rough before long."
Ere two minutes more had pa.s.sed Dave suddenly rose and straightened himself.
"Look downstream, girls," he cried. "Do you see the big rollers coming?"
In truth the surface of the river was now beginning to behave in an unusual way. Where, heretofore, the water had been choppy and whitecapped, the water now broke in longer, foam-crested waves. Owing to the course of the wind the waves were rolling upstream. Within five minutes from the time when Dave first called attention to the rougher water the waves had considerably increased in size.
"Oh, I"m glad I"m not out on the water," shivered Laura.
"So am I," Belle admitted candidly.
"Do you believe Tom Foss can bring his boat down against such waves!"
Laura inquired.
"Oh, no doubt, he has had sense enough to run in somewhere and tie up,"
predicted Midshipman Dan charitably.
"I hope so," murmured Belle. "But Tom is an awfully stubborn fellow."
Toot! too-oo-oot! sounded a whistle up the river.
"By ginger, there comes Foss"s boat now!" muttered Dan, standing up and staring. "Why doesn"t the idiot make land?"
"He"s got his craft away on the other side of the river, looking for quieter water," muttered Dave uneasily.
"Well, isn"t that right?" asked Belle.
"Right, yes, unless he makes the mistake of trying to cross the stream," nodded Darrin. "Then he"ll run his craft into the trough of the sea, and--"
"Well, what?" demanded Belle as Dave paused.
"Then, when he"s in the trough, a big wave may roll his small boat over," Dan finished for his comrade.
"Do you really think there"s danger of that?" demanded Laura, looking anxious.
"I don"t know," murmured Dave. "But I wish I had some way of signaling Foss, some way so that he could understand the signals."
"What good would it do?" demanded Midshipman Dalzell, grimly. "Tom would only laugh and say it was more old maidishness on the part of Navy men."
"There--confound the idiot!" suddenly blazed Dave Darrin. "He is crossing. Look at that boat wallow in the trough. Jupiter! There she goes over--nearly!"
All four young people on the float held their breath for an instant. The motor launch, after almost having turned turtle, righted itself.
"I wish I were at the wheel of the boat for about three minutes,"
muttered Darrin hoa.r.s.ely.
At that moment Laura and Belle both screamed, while Dan Dalzell shouted:
"There she goes--for sure, this time!"
A bigger wave than usual had half filled the launch and caused it to careen. Before the little craft could right itself a second and a third wave, rolling along, had completed the work. The launch had sunk!