'Yes,' replied Tricksy; 'we've had an awfully jolly day, but I've been thinking, that all this time we've been doing nothing for Neil. We ought to, you know, as we've made a compact.'
Allan produced a bit of stick and began whittling it.
'It would be nice if we could begin now,' observed Gerald.
'It's all very well,' said Harry disgustedly, 'but there seems to be nothing to do.'
'I heard the Sheriff saying to Mother that the gipsies had come back again,' said Tricksy.
Reggie's dark eyes looked at Allan, who stopped his whittling.
'Look!' said Marjorie abruptly, 'we're just rounding the headland.'
The Grahams wondered at the sudden silence which fell upon the group.
'We'll tack shore wards, Duncan,' announced Mr. Stewart. We would like to spend an hour or two at the caves.'
'Aye, aye, sir,' replied Duncan stiffly.