"Well, they've robbed us once."
"And you have embraced Quaker doctrines, Rex," Red added, with some sharpness. "Turn the other cheek stuff, and all that."
The blond youth's eyes twinkled. "If they touch our lares and penates, I agree to lead you against the Philistines, and we will smite them hip and thigh—and on the nose. How's that?"
"It's a promise," grunted Cloudman.
"Most sensible thing I've heard you say since we landed on Storm Island," said Red Phillips.
CHAPTER XVI.
WHITE WINGS.
With that understanding, the Walcott Hall lads sought their beds that night, and arose betimes in the morning. The sun was scarcely up when they were aboard the catboat and drifted out of the tiny cove in which she had been anchored.
They selected to have breakfast aboard and, as he knew very little about sailing a boat, Cloudman agreed to be the "doctor" during the cruise.
There is no more comfortable, roomy, or safe boat for her size than a cat, and, despite her broad beam, with a stiff breeze blowing, the Spoondrift could walk the water in amazing fashion. Beside, Kingdon was skillful at sailing a craft of her kind.