“‘Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.’”
“Agreed,” responded Miss Bessie. “I’ll not tell about you, and you’re not to tell about me.”
“Oh you’ll not tell,” retorted Ben. “I never saw a girl yet who would do that.”
The conversation was suddenly interrupted, for the yacht was now approaching the dock. To the surprise of the boys, they discovered that some one was in the camp, and hastily bidding their friends good night, they all turned and ran swiftly toward the tents.
CHAPTER XXX.
BEN’S DISCOVERY.
It is doubtful whether Pine Tree Island, since the days when the red men had dwelt upon its shores, had heard such a shout as went up from our boys when they discovered that the visitor was Jock’s father. When the lad learned that his mother was at Alexandria Bay, and that she and his father had come from New York that very day, nothing would satisfy him but to return to the hotel.