“There! there! don’t worry!” he said, as he bent over her, and then he kissed her forehead. “We’ll be back before long,” and he gave her a little hug. Then the others came in.
Laura was also worried, but glad that her uncle would be along. She helped Dave to pack his suit-case. Phil and Roger also packed up, and sent word home regarding the proposed trip. As my old readers know, all the boys were well-to-do, so the expenses did not bother them.
At breakfast time the following morning came a telegram from Luke Watson. It read as follows:
“The hotel was the Castor. Think schooner was the Emma Brown, or Black, or Jones. Common name.”
“Well, that isn’t very definite, but it is something to work on,” remarked Dunston Porter.
Soon the party of four were ready to start. There was a general hand-shaking and also a few kisses.
“Well, have a good time, even if you don’t catch those fellows,” said Mrs. Wadsworth.
“Keep out of trouble,” warned Laura.
“Yes, yes, don’t let them harm you,” pleaded timid Jessie.
“And let us hear from you often,” said Mr. Porter.