"There is so much going on around the landing."
"What is going on?" she asked rather nervously.
"Oh, that Peter's affair," replied her brother with assumed
indifference. "They are looking him over to-day to see how much
he's hurt."
"Oh!" said Cora vaguely. Then she went indoors from the porch to
prepare for the fishing trip.
CHAPTER XXI
MOTOR TROUBLES
"It is strange Laurel does not come back," remarked Bess, as the
girls sat on the porch after a most unsuccessful fishing trip (as
far as fish were concerned), "Somehow I feel she would if she
could."
"That's it exactly," Cora corroborated. "If she could get back here
this afternoon, we would have seen her. But then her father may
have been too lonely without her, or any of many other things may
have detained her."
Cora jumped up suddenly, and skipped down the path to where her
motor boat was fastened. She would look over the engine. The wire
connections had slipped, and she would tighten them, and make some
other minor adjustments.
Cora found more to do on her boat than she had expected. The boys
had had the craft out latest and had neglected to put down the oil
cup levers. This caused the cylinder to be flooded with lubricant,
and if there was one thing Cora disliked more than another it was to
run an oil puffing boat, and "inhale the fumes."
She pulled on her heavy gloves and got to work to drain out the oil
through the base cock.
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