"My poor boys," he cried, "how you must have suffered! And Toddie, is she well?"
Fred would have spoken, but Frank grasped his arm. "She is just a little feverish, sir," he said.
"Look! look! she is coming," he cried now, and hurried back to the yacht.
Tippetty had jumped on to the sand, and Frank's sturdy young arms were just extended in time to save poor Toddie from falling after him.
Next minute she was at home in Daddy Pop's strong arms.
Bunko was standing on the beach in the morning dawn, leaning on his pole, and looking picturesque enough in his red coat against the dark gray of the rocks.
"It's no' very sodger-like to greet (cry)," he said, hiding his eyes with his raised arms; "but—forgive me, my friends, I canna really help it."
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A great red ball of a sun was rising through the summer morning's haze, and throwing its crimson over the sea as Eean's boat, the Treasure-trove, stole silently away from the Crusoe isle, with both the cobble and the yacht in tow. Bunko was in the cobble with his pole, and it took him all his time to prevent the two crafts from colliding.
But a westerly wind sprang up, and by one o'clock all were safe in Methlin Bay.