“Unless a breeze springs up soon, we’ll be late for the Cub Scout meeting in the Cave,” Dan Carter complained. Sprawled in the drifting dinghy, the sandy-haired boy raised his eyes to the limp sail which hung in discouraged folds from the tall mast.…
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