“Oh, dear!” cried Sue.  “Where are we going, Bunny?”

“We are going to the woods, I guess,” he said.  They were sailing toward the wooded shores of the lake, away on the other side from their camp, and a long way down from the island where they had left Bunker Blue.

Harder blew the wind on the umbrella sail.  Faster went the boat.  Finally it ran up on shore, right where the woods came down to the edge of the lake.

Splash jumped out with a bark, and began stretching himself.  He did not like to stay too long in a boat.  He wanted to run about on shore.

“Bunny, where are we?” asked Sue.

“I don’t know,” answered her brother.  “But we are on land somewhere, I guess.  It’s nice woods, anyhow.”

The trees and bushes grew thick all about.

“Let’s get out,” Bunny went on.  He shut down the umbrella sail, and took off the rope.  Then he tied the boat to a tree.  He got out, and helped Sue.

“Where’s our camp?” the little girl wanted to know.

Bunny looked across the lake.  He could not see the white tents.  Neither could Sue.

“Bunny—­Bunny,” said the little girl slowly.  “I—­I guess—­we’re losted again.”

“I—­I guess so, too,” agreed Bunny Brown.

CHAPTER XXIII

IN THE CAVE

Splash, the big, shaggy dog, ran up and down the shore of the lake, poking his nose in among the bushes here and there, barking loudly all the while.

“What’s the matter with Splash?” asked Sue of her brother.  “Is there a wild animal here, Bunny?”

“No, I don’t guess so,” the little boy answered.  “Splash is wagging his tail, and he wouldn’t do that if there were wild animals around.  He doesn’t like a wild animal.  I guess Splash is just glad ’cause he is out of a boat.  Splash doesn’t like a boat.”

“I do,” said Sue.  “But we didn’t ought to have come away in the boat all alone, Bunny.  Mother told us not to, you know.”

“I know she did, Sue, but we couldn’t help it.  We were just going to look for Bunker Blue and the wind blowed us away from the island.  We couldn’t help it.”

“No, I don’t guess we could, Bunny.  But what are we going to do now?”

“I guess we’ll have to walk back to Camp Rest-a-While,” answered Bunny.  “We can leave the boat here, and Bunker can come and get it.”

“Can’t we sail back in our boat, with the umbrella, same as we sailed down here?” Sue wanted to know.

“We could if the wind would blow right, but it isn’t,” said Bunny.  He had been among his father’s boatmen often enough to know that you have to go with the wind, and not against it, when you’re sailing a boat.  “We’ll have to walk, Sue.”

“Let’s holler and yell,” said the little girl, as she straightened out the dress of her doll.

“What for?”

“So daddy or mother can hear us,” Sue went on.  “If we holler real loud they may hear us, and come and get us in another boat.  If we hadn’t lost the oars, Bunny, we could row back.”