Peggy looked at Sarita to see if she were in earnest. “You know very well, Sarita, that there isn’t a tree there!”
CHAPTER XI
THE INTENTIONAL “ACCIDENT”
“I wonder what Bill was doing down at your dock,” said Sarita.
“It needs some repairs,” Peggy replied. “I heard Dad say to Mother that he was going to bring the yacht down from where it has been undergoing something or other. I smell that smoke again, Sarita. Where do you suppose it comes from?”
Peggy jumped up and went out upon the shelf again. “Don’t smell it at all out here,” she said. Sniffing, Peggy walked back further within their rocky den. “Must be a volcano under here, girls. I smell it more strongly.”
“Do volcanoes smoke tobacco?” joked Leslie.
“This must be a new kind,” Peggy returned. “Come here, girls.”
Sarita and Leslie, rather cramped from long sitting, rose and shook out their frocks. Leslie tossed a bit of her last sandwich to the rocks below and said that the birds might have it.
“You are right, Peggy. It isn’t very strong, but I do notice a bit of tobacco smoke. Isn’t it queer? Perhaps someone is outside and there is some current that whisks the scent through here.”
“Nothing like having an imagination, Sarita. Perhaps there is a smuggler’s den below us. We may smell the liquor if we stay long enough. Perhaps Bill has some little cave inside, too.” So speaking, Peggy again ran out upon the ledge to look toward the Ives’ dock on this side. There was no sign of Bill.