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"Will you be sorry?" returned Allen, meaningly. "You know I shall. I do so enjoy the water," she answered with a little blush and a bright glance. "You sha'n't miss anything," he declared. "I'll charter a sailboat while the Pocohontas is laid up." And this he did, arranging with Old Tin-Back for the hire of a catboat that would hold all the party.
The wind still blew in fitful gusts, however, and the rain, which had been holding off, came down in a drenching shower. "Get out the mackintoshes!" cried Roy, for those garments had been brought with them at the suggestion of Old Tin-Back. Protected now against the downpour, and in calmer waters, the young people were themselves once more.
Thus the glorious summer days were used to best advantage, the young people cruising about the bay, fishing and bathing as suited their fancy. "Not going out to-day; are ye?" asked Old Tin-Back, as he came down to the dock one morning, and found the boys and girls about to start off. "We certainly are!" declared Will. "I think something will happen to-day.
No sooner had they reached the little dock, where Tin-Back tied his boats, than Will Ford came racing down from the cottage. "I thought you would never come back!" he cried, his face showing excitement. "Why, have you found them? Are they here?" asked his sister, wondering why her brother had returned from Boston. "Here? Of course they're here!" he answered. "Where else would they be.
There they found all the young folks gathered, those who had been assigned the task of going to the life saving station having accomplished their errand, bringing back the message that soon a body of hardy men would be patrolling both beaches. But it was Tin-Back who gave the real clue.
"They're loose! They're loose. Pete Jake I I " The men of the schooner uttered surprised exclamations. "Come on!" cried Pete, leaping up. "Not so fast," interposed Tin-Back, stepping in front of the man who had made a dash toward the cabin. "Wait a minute," and an extended foot tripped Pete, who fell heavily to the deck.
Besides, there were three girls to be considered, and, though they were equal to most emergencies, both Betty and Amy were now rather unnerved. There was a sharp whistle outside a boat signal, evidently. "What's that?" asked Allen, who, with Henry, Roy and the girls, was in the cabin, so recently a prison. "It's a revenue cutter," bawled Tin-Back down the hatchway.
"Let's sit down and just look at the ocean," suggested Amy, when they had walked some distance down the beach, and while they were thus idly employed, and when the afternoon was waning, they spied a solitary figure approaching them down the stretch of sand. "It's Old Tin-Back," said Betty. "I wonder if he is looking for us?"
"Yes, the men in it don't seem to be gathering clams, which work all the other schooners are engaged in around here, and they're not net fishermen aboard her." "Who told you that?" asked Mollie. "Old Tin-Back. He notices anything odd about the boats. He said he passed her in his dory the other day, and some one yelled to him not to come too close." "Why was that?" Grace asked.
Then came a day when, as the four went down to see Old Tin-Back set off from the little dock in his dory to take up his lobster pots, they saw a motor boat heading into the bay. "Oh, if that should be the boys!" exclaimed Grace, hopefully. "They wrote they might come this week; didn't they?" "Yes," answered Betty. "What boat ye lookin' fer?" asked Tin-Back. "The Pocohontas," answered Amy.
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