"I--I can't," he faltered. "She won't come around."
Nan was very much frightened, and it must be confessed that Bert was
frightened too. He hauled on the sail and on the steering gear, and at
last the _Ice Bird_ swung partly around. But instead of returning up the
lake the craft headed for the western shore, and in a few minutes they
struck some lumpy ice and some snow and dirt, and both were thrown out
at full length, while the _Ice Bird_ was tipped up on one side.
Bert picked himself up without difficulty and then went to Nan's aid.
She lay deep in the snow, but fortunately was not hurt. Both gazed at
the tipped-up ice boat in very great dismay.
"Bert, whatever shall we do now?" asked Nan, after a spell of silence.
"We'll never get home at all!"
"Oh, yes, we shall," he said, bravely enough, but with a sinking heart.
"We've got to get home, you know."
"But the ice boat is upset, and it's so dark I can't see a thing."
"I think I can right the ice boat. Anyway, I can try."
Doing his best to appear brave, Bert tried to shove the _Ice Bird_ over
to her original position.
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