"Now I have said it!" she exclaimed. "I'm not afraid of him, boys, really. What do you want me to do?"
Seaton plunged in.
"What we were trying to get up nerve enough to say is that he'd be a good man on the astronomy job," and Crane added quickly:
"He undoubtedly knows more about it than I do, and it would be a pity to lose the chance of using him. Besides, Dick and I think it rather dangerous to leave him so much time to himself, in which to work up a plan against us."
"He's cooking one right now, I'll bet a hat," Seaton put in, and Crane added:
"If you are sure that you have no objections, Miss Spencer, we might go below, where we can have it dark, and all three of us see what we can make of the stargazing. We are really losing an unusual opportunity."
Margaret hid gallantly any reluctance she might have felt.
"I wouldn't deserve to be here if I can't work with the Doctor and hate him at the same time."
"Good for you, Peg, you're a regular fellow!" Seaton exclaimed. "You're a trump!"