from houses, the lower floors of which were already under water.
No lives appeared to be in danger, for the people had doubtless fled to higher ground on seeing the rising waters. On the hills back of the town could be noted a number of tents, where, very likely, the refugees had taken up their abode.
"But I don't see anything of an island," said the manager, as he peered over the turbulent stretch of muddy waters.
"If it was opposite this town, and the lower part of the town is under water, the island is probably covered up by now," observed Blake, grimly.
"I'm afraid so," agreed the manager. "We'll go over there, and make some inquiries."
By going toward shore they were not in such a strong current, and soon the motor boat was cruising along through what had been business streets.
"This is like being in Venice," remarked Joe, as the Clytie puffed slowly along between rows of stores and houses, from which men, in boats, were removing goods and furniture.
"Looking for someone?" called a man, who had, in a big scow, an odd collection of household effects, and stuff from a general store.
"For a company of moving picture players,"
