But Wyn stopped her. She showed her how necessary it was for the matter to be looked into secretly. Mr. Lavine had promised to give a motor boat to whichever club found the sunken Bright Eyes and the silver images. And the Busters must not know a thing about it until they were sure—
“Then Mr. Lavine believes father’s story about the boat?” burst in Polly.
“I believe he does, Polly, dear. I think, Polly, that he would be very, very glad to have Mr. Jarley cleared of all suspicion. He is sorry for your father’s trouble. I think his attitude, toward your father has changed from what it must have been at one time.”
“It ought to be!” exclaimed Polly.
“Of course. But we none of us always do all we ought to do,” observed Wyn mildly.
“If we are going to try and find that place where you dived to-day, Wyn, we’d better be about it,” Polly urged.
“You’ll go now?” cried Wyn.
“Of course I will. The boys will be asleep up in their camp. We will take the Coquette. There is a breeze.”
“Let’s tow my canoe behind, then,” said Wyn, eagerly. “Come on! I’m just crazy to dive for the thing again. If it is the Bright Eyes—”
Polly insisted upon hunting out a couple of old blankets to wrap about them if the wind should turn chill.