“I can pretty nearly tell you,” Betsy said, as she picked up the little red feather. “A stretch of sandy beach, rocky cliffs and nothing more.”
It was a hard steep climb that the girls had when they endeavored to scale the almost perpendicular side of the promintory which jutted from the mainland out into the shining blue sea.
Sally, more frail than the others, soon gave out and sank down on the rocks to rest. Eleanor and Barbara leaped back to help her. “Maybe I’d ought to have stayed at school,” the youngest girl said. “Maybe you’d have had a better adventure without me.”
“Of course not,” Virginia protested as she seated herself beside the other. “It’s only two-thirty and We are not going anywhere in particular.”
But even as she spoke Virginia had a strange feeling as though she had said something which was untrue. She could not in the least understand it.
The unwearied Betsy did not wish to rest. “On the alert,” she called. “Hist! Dids’t hear a noise on the other side of the cliff? I believe something or someone must be there. You all get your breath, while I climb up and look over.”
“I’m rested now!” Sally smiled gratefully up at Virginia. “Let’s all go on.”
When the top was reached ... all they saw was a long deserted stretch of beach and a boat.
When the top was reached the girls peered over and how Betsy did hope that something mysterious would be revealed, but, all that they saw was a long deserted stretch of beach and a boat, evidently a fishing smack, which seemed to be anchored near a dilapidated dock.