tairs."

"He isn't," said Mrs. Brown, "and he isn't here on deck. Oh, if he----"

She did not finish what she was going to say, but quickly ran to the
side of the boat and looked down into the water, as if she might see
Bunny paddling around there. The _Fairy_ was still anchored in Clam
Cove, waiting for the storm to blow out.

"Is Bunny in swimming?" asked Sue.

"What's the matter?" asked Captain Ross, who was up "for'ard," as he
called it, meaning the front of the boat. He and Bunker Blue were
mending one of the sails. "Anything wrong, Mrs. Brown?" asked the jolly
old sailor.

"I can't find Bunny," she answered. "He was here with Sue a moment ago.
Oh, I'm afraid Bunny----"

"Now, don't think that anything has happened!" interrupted Mr. Brown.
"He's probably hiding somewhere."

"Bunny wouldn't do that," declared his mother.

"No, we weren't playing hide and go seek," said Sue.

"Then he must be downstairs in one of the cabins, or he is asleep in his
berth," said Mr. Brown. "I'll look."

"I'll help," offered Uncle Tad, who, himself, had been taking a nap in
his berth.

"I suppose he must be down below if he isn't up here," said Mrs. Brown,
hoping this was true. "I want to look, too."

Sue was beginning to be a bit frightened now, and she started to follow
the others below, while Captain Ross and Bunker Blue, seeing how worried
Mr. and Mrs. Brown were, dropped the sail on which they were working and
decided to join in the search.

It did not take them long to make a search of the boat below decks. No
Bunny was to be found. He was not in his own bunk, nor in that of any
one else, nor was he in the small room where the gasolene motor was
built, though Bunny liked to go there to watch the whirring wheels when
the motor was in motion.

"Where can he be?" exclaimed Mrs. Brown.

Then, suddenly, Sue gave a joyful cry and clapped her hands.

"I think I know where he is!" exclaimed the little girl. "I just
happened to think about it. Come on!"

Wonderingly they followed her. Sue ran to the stern of the _Fairy_,
where the steering wheel was placed. Here was a small rowboat turned
bottomside up. It was kept for the purpose of going to and from shore
when the larger craft was anchored out in the bay.

Going close to this overturned boat Sue leaned down so she could look
under it. The two ends of the boat, being higher than the middle, raised
it slightly from the deck, leaving a sort of long, narrow slot. And S