it seem an accident. When Snell pushed you in front of the car he could have sworn it was an accident if the car had killed you. Look out for Parker Flynn."
"I will," said Merriwell.
It was nearly nine o'clock before they rounded Owl's Head and pointed into Rockland harbor. The mist still hung on the water, and the outlines of the city were hidden. Frank, however, felt confident that he was all right.
"We'll take dinner ashore if you say so, fellows," he said.
"Oh, I don't know," said Jack. "I don't believe these natives down in this country know how to cook anything fit to eat."
Frank smiled.
"I fancy you have a few notions that will be knocked out of your head after you have been down this way a short time. You still seem to fancy you are going into a howling wilderness where there are only savages and half-civilized white people."
"Perhaps we are," said Jack, by way of being odd. "You don't know yourself, for this is your first visit down here."
Out through the mist came a tiny steam launch. All at once it was headed straight toward the White Wings.
"She acts as if she is coming for us," said Hodge, scowling.