Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased. Name on fep.
The sky grew darker than ever. The waves swelled to and fro. Suddenly there was a low, angry roar and Spot threw his head. Georgie tried to quieten him.
"A water spout!" said Gerry with chattering teeth.
"No," said Tough. "Can't you see? The river's in spate. Look how it's racing over the causeway. We're cut off."
"Marooned!" gloated Susan. "Marooned on Pony Island!"