“The young feller needs a good whaling,” growled the pilot of the tug, as he brought his boat alongside the wharf.
“There’s Jack!” cried Desiré, in great relief, catching sight of him striding rapidly along the street above the docks. “Jump out, quickly, Prissy! Run up and tell him we’re all right.”
The child sprang to the dock and ran up the incline at top speed, while Desiré lingered to thank the pilot.
“Glad to do it, ma’moiselle. Better keep hold of him hereafter, though.”
“I shall,” she promised, with a reproachful look at René.
The reunited family met in the little park, and sat down on one of the benches to readjust themselves.
“I’m so sorry, dear,” said Desiré, putting her hand in Jack’s. “You must have been frantic.”
“I couldn’t believe my eyes when I came back and found that you had all disappeared. An old dock hand who saw me looking around said he’d seen a boy, followed by two girls, go aboard the ‘Yarmouth.’ So, knowing René, I came to a close solution of the mystery. I was just going up to the steamship office to see what could be done when Prissy grabbed me from behind.
“René,” he went on, placing the child directly in front of him so he could look into his eyes, “you have been a very bad boy; and only the fact that we are out here in a public place prevents me from putting you right across my knee, and giving you something to make you remember your naughtiness. There is to be no more running away. Do you understand me?”
The little boy, wiggling slightly as if he already felt the punishment, nodded gravely, impressed by his brother’s stern face and voice.