Suddenly Wyn, looking through the camp spyglass, recognized the patched sail of the Coquette, the little catboat in which Polly Jarley had come to the rescue of the two members of the Go-Ahead Club on that memorable day.
“Polly is aboard,” she told Frank Cameron, passing the glass to her friend. “But who is the boy with her?”
“That’s no boy!” declared the sharp-eyed Frankie. “Why! he’s got a mustache.”
“It’s never Mr. Jarley himself?” exclaimed Wyn, in surprise.
“That’s exactly who it is.”
“I didn’t think they’d both leave the landing at the same time. Do you suppose they have entered the Coquette in the free-for-all catboat race?”
“I shouldn’t wonder. She’s a fast boat if she is old and lubberly-looking. And Dr. Shelton has offered twenty-five dollars for the winning boat.”
“It takes two to work a catboat properly, too. That is the understanding,” said Wyn, thoughtfully: “a crew of two.”
“Hope they win the race!” declared Frank, generously.
“So do I. And they’ve got Polly’s birch canoe aboard. She will enter for the girls’ canoe race, I am sure.”