“Have you your diving suit?” asked Madge. “If you have, and you would show it to me some day, I would be too happy for words.” Madge blushed at her own temerity.
The captain shook his head. There was little encouragement in his expression. “Maybe, some day,” he replied vaguely; “but I have had the suit put away for some time. Who knows when I will go down into the sea again? Be careful in that small skiff,” he warned the girls. “There are so many launches about on these waters, run by men and women that don’t know the very first principles of running a boat, that a small craft like yours may easily drift into danger. You must look lively.”
The girls waved their good-byes as Madge and Phil pulled away. Madge noticed that the old sailor stared curiously at her, and every now and then he shook his head and frowned. Madge supposed it was because she had been so bold as to ask a favor of a perfect stranger. Yet, if she could only see Captain Jules again and he might be persuaded to show her his diving suit and to tell her something of the strange business of pearl-fishing, she couldn’t be really sorry for her impudence. This accidental meeting with an old sailor inspired Madge afresh with her love of the sea and the mystery of it. She could not get the man out of her mind, nor her own desire to see him soon again and to ask him more questions.
As for Captain Jules, when the girls had fairly gone he lighted his pipe and strode along the line of the shore. “It’s a funny thing, Madge,” he said, addressing the monkey, “but when a man gets an idea in his head, everything and everybody he sees seems to start the same old idea a-going. I wish I had asked her to tell me her surname. I wonder if she is the real Madge?”
CHAPTER VIII
THE WRECK OF THE “WATER WITCH”
The girls began their row to the “Merry Maid” with all speed. They had had such an interesting morning that they did not realize how the time had flown. They did not know the exact hour now, but they feared it would be after twelve before they could rejoin Miss Jenny Ann. The sun was so nearly overhead and shining so brilliantly that the effect was almost dazzling. Madge and Phil did not try to see any distance ahead in their course. Lillian, however, was on the lookout. There were several inlets opening into the larger water-way down which the girls were rowing. Boats were likely to come unexpectedly out of these inlets, and the girls should have been far more watchful than they were.
“It’s too bad about Mrs. Curtis and Tom not coming on to Cape May as soon as we expected them, isn’t it?” remarked Phil, resting for half a moment from the strain of the steady pulling at her oars. “I hope they will arrive soon, before we have the responsibility of entertaining Mrs. Curtis’s friend, Philip Holt. It won’t be much fun to have a strange man following us about everywhere, even if he should turn out to be nicer than we think he is.” Phil was the stroke oar. She was talking over her shoulder to Madge, who was paying more attention to her friend’s conversation than to her rowing.