I wonder if my ankle is broken? It feels as though it
were. How it did hurt when he kicked me! It is a wonder I did not
scream. I wonder what they are going to do now?"
She got up and limped toward the beach, using a little less caution
than she had done when coming out. She paused just at the edge of the
trees, where she stood in the shadow observing the men. They shoved
the boat off and followed it out a little way, splashing in the water
with their heavy boots, for the beach was too shallow to permit their
getting into the rowboat and rowing directly away from the shore. They
first had to shove it off into deeper water. This was quickly
accomplished, and piling in, one of the pair began rowing out toward
the sailboat.
The Meadow-Brook girl sat down and began to rub her injured ankle. The
rowboat was now merely a dark blotch out on the bay. The blotch neared
the sailboat and was lost in the shadow that surrounded the larger
craft. A few moments later Harriet heard the anchor being hauled in,
then the creak of the rings on the mast as the sail was being raised.
The boat got under way quickly and with very little disturbance, swung
to the breeze, the boom lurching to the leeward side of the boat with
a "clank.
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