To the surprise of Doris, it seemed as if there was something of disappointment and regret in her companion’s voice.
“Why, don’t you want me to?” she asked in surprise.
“Oh, yes—yes, of course.”
Still Doris was not satisfied, and a feeling of uneasiness began to creep over her. Having reached the wharf at which the yacht lay, they left the carriage and went on board. The captain was on hand and apparently expecting them. He escorted them to the cabin.
Somehow June seemed strangely nervous and excited; Doris fancied she was not at all like herself. The yacht was commodious and comfortable, although not extremely large, and it interested Doris exceedingly. Indeed, she was so absorbed in looking about that she did not notice a strange tremor of movement which ran over the craft. June observed it, and her face paled, but she said nothing.
At length Doris noted with surprise that something of a suspicious nature was happening.
“Why—what is it?” she questioned, looking at June in alarm. “The yacht is moving! How is that?”
Even as she spoke a boy appeared in the doorway and bowed smilingly.
“It means that we are going to take a little cruise,” he declared. “I am delighted to have such agreeable company.”
It was Chet Arlington!