Peggy had not told them of her little adventure in such detail before. With the words of Peggy’s step-father clearly in her mind, Leslie felt jubilant to think that their possession was to be practically undisputed. But what other plan was there in which they were probably concerned? She would tell Dalton, or get Peggy to tell him. Probably Peggy would enjoy the excitement of it. The date was interesting. That would be July twenty-eighth, perhaps. Was something to happen to them before that time? “See that they ... by the twenty-eighth!” Pleasant prospect!
Such thoughts ran through Leslie’s mind and Sarita asked her what she was thinking about.
“I’m just thinking what the next enemy move will be. Peggy, I hope that you can find out what the plan is and what they intend to do to us.”
“I’ll try,” Peggy promised. “What I’m wondering about is how we can get over on the front of the cliff and see if there are any caves there.”
“I don’t know that I ever used my glasses on the headland when we were close,” said Sarita. “Suppose we take the Sea Crest out and go over that way.”
“You forget how we watched those gulls and things that were roosting up there,” Peggy reminded Sarita in her usual indefinite way at which Sarita always laughed.
“Gulls and things, indeed. I’m sure that I found an eagle’s nest and we were following a bald eagle as he flew. However, girls, I’m not so sure that we’d see anything if it were there. We never saw this from the bay, you know. There is one opening that we know of.”
“What’s that?” Peggy inquired.
“There in Pirates’ Cove.”
“But there is the whirlpool, or whatever it is, and the buoys say danger.”