“Come on out–do, Polly. I’ve got something to tell you. Just put on your bathing suit,” Wyn whispered.
“For pity’s sake! What is it?”
“Don’t awaken your father. Come.”
“Just a minute,” whispered the sleepy Polly, and in not much longer than the time stated she crept through the window.
“I’d wake father if I went out by the door,” she said. “Now come down to the landing. What are you doing ’way over here at this time o’ night?”
“I have the most surprising thing to tell you.”
“What about?”
“I wish you’d go over to Gannet Island with me and see if I’m right. The moon will be up bye and bye; won’t it?”
“Yes. But what do you mean? What is the mystery?” inquired Polly. Then she seized Wyn’s arm and demanded that she “Hush!” although Wyn’s lips were not open at the moment.
“I declare I thought I heard something just then,” whispered Polly.