The Bungalow Mystery quotes

There was no answer.

The wind howled derisively in their ears, mocking them in their plight.

“Oh, what shall we do?” Helen demanded hopelessly.

Under Nancy Drew’s powerful strokes, the little boat plunged through the water. By skillful use of her oars, Nancy avoided some of the waves, but in spite of her efforts, the craft was battered about.

Each moment the wind increased in violence, hurling wild threats into the ears of the three girls.

Could they outride the storm?

“You can’t swim?” Nancy gasped. “And you risked your life to save us?”

“There wasn’t any other way,” Laura stated quietly. “I couldn’t let you drown.”

“Laura,” Nancy said feelingly, “Helen and I can’t begin to tell you how grateful we are for what you did. You displayed real courage in rescuing us.”

The road followed Moon Lake for a considerable distance, and Nancy drove slowly, enjoying a last glimpse of the shore. It was with regret that she left camp, for she had enjoyed every minute of her vacation.

She loved the clear blue of the lake, the gigantic trees, the earthy odor of the forest, and the whisper of the wind in the pine needles.

Presently, emerging from the timber, the scenery was less interesting, and she made better time. Now and then, as she came upon a clearing, she cast an anxious glance toward the sky.

The trees along the roadside twisted and bent before the onslaughts of the rushing wind and a roar from the threshing branches welled up from the forest all about.

The thunder crashed and went tumbling and rumbling down the uttermost parts of the sky, and lightning streaked up in brilliant zigzags to the very dome of heaven.

“This storm is as bad as that one on Moon Lake,” Nancy thought, in alarm.

As she stepped from the closed car a sheet of rain struck her in the face. Gingerly picking her way through the slush, she walked to the fallen pine and surveyed it critically.

The tree was a small one and Nancy thought that two men could move it quite easily. Unfortunately, the two men were not in evidence.

“If I could pull the trunk a little to one side, I ought to be able to get through,” Nancy reasoned hopefully.

“So it would seem. But Laura is such an unusual girl—and she went through so much. I’d hate to see her break down and have a spell of sickness.”

“Oh, joy seldom hurts anyone, Nancy. It’s real sorrow that pulls a person down.”

“I certainly hope the real Mr. Aborn proves to be all right.”