"Now Cora, Paul Hastings is acknowledged to be the
most useful boy in all the Chelton set. He can fix an auto, fix an
electric bell, fix an alarm clock--"
"And no doubt could overhaul a motor boat," finished Cora, as she
turned the Petrel toward land. "Well, this is Far Island, and I am
sure the boys headed this way. Let's shout."
Putting her hands to her mouth, funnel fashion, Cora sent out the
shrill yodel known to all of the motor girls and motor boys. Bess
took up the refrain; but there was no answer.
"If they were ashore wouldn't their boat be about?" asked Bess. "We
can see all this side of the island, but you said it was too rocky
to land on the other shore."
Cora looked about. Yes, one edge was all sandy and the other rocks.
If the boys had come ashore they must have done so from the north
side.
"My, what a lot of boats!" exclaimed Bess. "Cora, just see that
flock," and she pointed to a distant flotilla of various craft
across the lake.
"Yes, and so many canoes, we could hardly tell the boys in that
throng. Do you suppose they are in that parade?"
"Oh, no. They had only bathing suits on, and that really looks like
some fleet," replied Bess. "Yes, see there is their club banner.
My! I had no idea that Cedar Lake boasted of such style."
"We may expect water picnics every day now," said Cora. "But just
see that old man in the rowboat towing that pretty canoe.
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