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Barbara Brant, a slim, pretty, blond girl a year Rick's junior, hailed them from the porch, then ran down and joined them. "Hi! What are you two doing?" "Scotty just won the rock-throwing championship of the East Coast," Rick told her. Barby looked surprised. "He did? I thought you were waiting for Dr. Gordon?" "We are, but we decided to try out Scotty's new sling while we were waiting."
But in spite of the temptation to remain for a while, the call of Spindrift was strong. As Rick said, "It's nice to travel, but one thing that makes it nice is that we can go back home." A letter from Barby had made him a little homesick. Everyone was fine. Dismal was lonesome. Jan Miller was back, with her parents.
On the steep slope of igneous rock no grass had managed to get hold, although a few hardy weeds clung to it. Barby pointed to a shelf, actually a terrace in the rock structure, above and a few yards to the left of the mine entrance. "He appears there," she said. "Let's get a good position," Rick urged. "It's almost nine." The sky was still blue in color, but it was already dark on the ground.
Barby immediately related the adventure of Smugglers' Reef, and the part the retired fishing skipper had played. Cap'n Mike knew everything worth while about the town of Seaford. He would be a good check point not only for the town, but also for the summer colonies between Whiteside and Seaford. He often acted as a fishing guide for the summer tourists.
Barby and Jan had listened in silence, but Barby could contain herself no longer. "And we're going to help!" To Barby's astonishment, Rick nodded. She had expected opposition. "You and Jan can keep watch of the houseboat. Scotty and I will take the mainland. If the houseboaters start for Whiteside pier, you'll tell us. We'll pick them up as they land and trail 'em." Barby nodded, pleased.
"He absolutely does have a wonderful personality, and I think it's amazing that a coal miner should know so much about gems." Scotty grinned up at her. "Rick means people can't get on quiz shows unless they have good TV personalities. And how much appeal would the show have if a gem expert answered questions on gems?" "I see what you mean," Barby agreed. "That's it," Rick nodded.
"Men beat all!" said Barby, impatiently. "The little sense there is into them." Fleda's sinking heart was almost ready to echo the sentiment; but nobody knew it. Coffee was swallowed, her little travelling-bag and bonnet on the sofa all ready. Then came the doctor. "My dear Miss Ringgan, I am most happy of this delightful opportunity I had supposed you were located at home for the winter.
If they planned to get aboard the houseboat, they wouldn't be using the aqualungs. Or would they?" "Search me." "Wouldn't they just row up to the houseboat on some excuse or other? I wish I'd looked. Barby might have taken those clothes Dad wore home last night." "We can't just float around and talk," Scotty said urgently. "Let's do something." Rick felt the same way. "Okay.
She added no more but a sympathetic strong squeeze of the hand she held, and turned to follow Fleda who had gone on ahead. "Mis' Plumfield," said Barby, before they had reached the stile that led into the road, where Fleda was standing, "will I be sure of having the money regular down yonder? You know, I hadn't ought to go otherways, on account of mother." "Yes, it will be sure," said Mrs.
"Are they here?" "Almost. They're on a cutter offshore. If it isn't convenient, I can keep them overnight." "Of course it's convenient," Mrs. Brant said firmly. "We'll put Mr. and Mrs. Morrison in John Gordon's room. He's still out West. And we'll take the spare twin bed out of Hobart Zircon's room and put Janice in with Barby. Bring them ashore right away, Steve.
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