We decided to make a quick dash as soon as the light was strong
enough for accurate work.
"I don't care if the old thing'll go or not," Terry declared.
"We can run her to the edge, get aboard, and just plane down--plop!
--beside our boat there. Look there--see the boat!"
Sure enough--there was our motor, lying like a gray cocoon
on the flat pale sheet of water.
Quietly but swiftly we rushed forward and began to tug at
the fastenings of that cover.
"Confound the thing!" Terry cried in desperate impatience.
"They've got it sewed up in a bag! And we've not a knife among
us!"
Then, as we tugged and pulled at that tough cloth we heard
a sound that made Terry lift his head like a war horse--the sound
of an unmistakable giggle, yes--three giggles.
There they were--Celis, Alima, Ellador--looking just as they
had when we first saw them, standing a little way off from us,
as interested, as mischievous as three schoolboys.
"Hold on, Terry--hold on!" I warned.
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