Bob White!
Good-night, Bob White!
Good-night!”
Fessenden applauded softly, and his young hostess smiled appreciation.
“Tell me about yourself, Bob White,” she said. “Are you ‘tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor’?”
“Betty, perhaps you can tell me something. I got away to you without letting any one at Sandywood know, by going for a sail in my sloop.”
“A ve-ry good idea.”
“Don’t be too sure. After I’d gotten well off, one of the house-party—a girl—coolly appeared from the cabin. She’d been bound to come with me, you see.”
“Why?”
“That’s the problem. She was very mysterious, and persistent, no name! When we landed in Piney Cove, she insisted upon following me.”