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The long graybacks were rather pleasant to ride over at first. Even Aunt Kate was not troubled by the prospect. It was so short a run to the anchorage behind the Point that nobody expressed fear. When the spray began to fly over the bows the girls merely squealed a bit, although they hastily found extra wraps. If the Stazy plunged and shipped half a sea now and then, nobody was made anxious.
"Keep up your pluck, child!" she shouted. "We'll come out all right." Again the Stazy staggered under the side swipe of a big wave. "Ye-ow!" yelped Tom in the stern, almost diving overboard. "Steady!" shouted Skipper Gordon, excitedly. "Steady she is, Captain!" rejoined Ruth Fielding, and actually laughed. "How can you, Ruth?" complained Jennie, clinging to Henri Marchand.
And they were, deep in their hearts, eager to go back; for they did not dream at this time that the German navy would revolt, that the High Command and the army had lost their morale, and that the end of the Great War was near. Within Tom's specified hour the party got under way, boarding the Stazy from a small boat that came to the camp dock for them.
That Stazy doesn't spread a foot of canvas, and we are not likely to find a gas station out there in the ocean, the way we did in the hills of Massachusetts." "Don't fear, Miss Fidget," he rejoined. "Are you all game?" They were.
The rest of the garment floated to the surface. It was loose from the propeller. "Full speed ahead!" shouted the one-armed captain of the motor-boat. Ruth obeyed the command. The Stazy staggered into the next wave. The water that came in over her bow almost drowned them, but Ruth, hanging to the steering wheel, brought the craft through the roller without swamping her.
She really had seen all the hermits she cared to see! She could not, however, be morose and absent-minded in a party of which Cora Grimsby and Jennie Stone were the moving spirits. It was a gay crowd that crossed the harbor in the Stazy to land at a roughly built dock under the high bluff of the wooded island. "There's the hermit!" Cora cried, as they landed.
The Stazy was slapped by a big wave, "just abaft the starboard bow," to be real nautical, and half a ton of sea-water washed over the forward deck and spilled into the standing-room of the craft. Henri had wisely closed the door of the cabin. The water foamed about their feet. Ruth found herself knee deep for a moment in this flood.
"She's so small I can't take off my sweater without tipping her over." "Oh, what a whopper!" gasped Helen. "Never mind," grinned her twin. "Let Jennie run to the superlatives if she likes. Anyway, I would not dream of going so far as the Harbor in that dinky little Tocsin. I've got my eye on just the craft, and I can get her over here in an hour by telephoning to the port. It's the Stazy."
Even Ruth Fielding had paid no attention to the warning of the Reef Island hermit regarding a change in the weather, in spite of the fact that she was anxious to return to the camp near Herringport. It was not until the Stazy was outside the inlet late in the afternoon that Skipper Phil Gordon noted the threatening signs in sea and sky. "That's how it goes," the one-armed mariner said.
It rolled so that he expected it to turn keel up at almost any moment. Before the blasts of rain began to sweep across the sea, however, the Stazy was once more under control. At that most of the spectators made for the camp and shelter. But the manager of the film corporation waited to see the motor-yacht inside the shelter of Beach Plum Point.
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