Danny looked at the rowboat. It was still here, just like it had been for the past 3 days. Did it belong to someone or did they decide to leave it docked here for anyone to use?
Dare he use it? He would bring it back and leave it here for when its owner returned.
10 year old Danny wrestled with the question in his head. The water was sparkling and the ducks were quacking, They were calling to him, he had to get in the boat.
Not being able to resist it any longer he climbed in and started rowing.
Being out on the water was great. The perfect way to spend the day. He was so happy that it was summer and school was out. Rowing on a lake sure did beat sitting in Mrs. Willian’s boring geography class!
The ducks were following him and he wished he had brought some bread along to feed them.
Feeling the rays of the sun shining on him Danny started to feel drowsy. Really drowsy. Before he knew it he drifted off to sleep.
“There he is, someone finally took the bait. But he’s only a boy.”
“Doesn’t matter, she wasn’t specific about what age the person was. You heard her, she said to bring to her the person who takes the boat.”
Edmund sighed. How did he end up in this position? Working for a crazy woman. What was her plan? She hadn’t even told them. To her they were only peons, she said “Jump” and they said “How high?”
Edmund and Billy rowed over to the boat and picked up the sleeping boy. The sleeping potion that had been spread inside the boat was doing its job pretty well. Danny groaned a little, but didn’t open his eyes. They laid him on the bench in their boat and started rowing to the secret cove.
(To be continued…)