"The boat, of course."
"Then speak of the _Gem_ as 'her' and the alligator as 'it,'" Betty
directed. "But I believe Mollie's plan is the only one we can adopt. We
must follow along the bank. Only I hope, if the alligator does let go,
it won't be in the middle of the river, for then our boat would float
down, and it might lodge on the other shore. Then we would be as badly
off as we are now. Oh, what a predicament! We seem to be getting into
nothing but trouble of late."
"Never mind," consoled Amy. "Maybe this will be the last."
"It's a comfort to think so, anyhow," agreed Grace. "I wonder why an
alligator ran off with our boat?"
"A mere accident," was Betty's opinion. "Probably the creature was
swimming along shore, and became entangled in our anchor rope. It may
be as much frightened as we are distressed. But come on, if we're going
to try to get the boat."
Stumbling over the uneven way, the girls raced along the river bank.
Sometimes the boat appeared to be coming close in shore, and again it
would veer out.
"I've just thought of something!" exclaimed Amy as they came up nearly
opposite the boat, for it was being towed more slowly now, as though the
creature having it in charge found it harder work.
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