The bungalow mystery #977248

“Don’t you think we should turn back, Helen? It’s getting dreadfully dark out here on the lake and I don’t like the look of those big black clouds.”
As Nancy Drew addressed her chum, Helen Corning, she gazed anxiously up at the sky and then out across a long expanse of water to the distant shore.
The two girls were spending several days at a camp located on Moon Lake, and on this particular afternoon they had slipped away for a delightful motorboat outing. They had cruised aimlessly about for several hours, enjoying the lake scenery and, particularly, a cool, refreshing breeze which brought them relief from an unseasonably torrid day, for it was early summer.
Now, as Nancy studied the sky for the first time, she was alarmed to notice that it had become overcast.
“Helen, I’m afraid there’s going to be a storm,” she announced. “They come up so quickly on Moon Lake.”
“You’re right,” Helen agreed uneasily. “It does look threatening. I didn’t realize we were so far from shore. We’d better get back to camp as fast as we can.”
“I guess we were having too good a time to notice the weather,” Nancy said.