“I know. I’m—all right,”
“There’s plenty of ocean about Hatteras,” he went on, rather to reassure her than because of his belief in what he said. “We may not get near the land. Even if we do, Pamlico Sound is just behind it—there’s only a sort of stretched-out island between the sound and the ocean. We might slip right through an inlet into the Sunny South.”
“It isn’t—very likely, is it?”
“It’s quite possible,” he maintained.
Presently, to his delight as well as to his surprise, he heard a little crowing laugh.
“What is it?”
“Aunty Landis! Goodness! I never thought of her until this minute. What will she do?”
“Go home on the excursion steamer, of course. But she’ll have to stay all night at the hotel. The steamer isn’t likely to risk crossing the bay during this blow.”
“You don’t suppose she’ll think we’re drowned? She may be in a terrible fright over us.”
“Oh, I hope not.”