A clump of trees hid them from the sight of Mother Martin
and grandpa at camp.
"Let's go farther out," suggested Teddy, after a bit.
"I'm afraid," replied Janet.
"Aw, it'll be all right!" cried Ted. "I won't let it tip over!"
So Janet let him pole out a little farther, until she saw that the
shore was far away, and then she cried:
"I want to go back!"
"All right," answered Ted. "I don't want anybody on my raft who's a
skeered. I'll go alone!"
He poled back to shore and Janet got off the raft. Then Teddy shoved
the wabbly mass of boards and sticks, fastened together with crooked
nails, out into the lake again. He had not gone very far before
something happened. One end of the raft tipped up and the other end
dipped down, and--off slid Teddy into the water.
"Oh! Oh!" screamed Janet. "You'll be drowned! I'm going to tell
grandpa."
She ran to the camp with the news, and Mr. and Mrs. Martin came
hurrying back. By this time Teddy had managed to get up and was
standing in the water, which was not deep.
"I--I'm all right," he stammered. "Only I--I'm--wet!"
"I should say you _were!"_ exclaimed his mother. "You mustn't go on
any more rafts."
Teddy promised that he would not, and then, when he had put on dry
clothes, he and Janet played other games that were not so dangerous.
They had lots of fun in the camp on Star Island.
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