'No,' protested Gerald, flushing and looking very much vexed; 'I wasn't. I'm quite ready for a walk.'
'Suppose we take them to the Smugglers' Caves,' suggested Marjorie. 'They're the finest sight in the island, I think.'
At the mention of smugglers Harry's eyes began to sparkle, and Gerald's blue ones opened very wide.
'Are there—are there any smugglers there now?' asked Harry.
'Sometimes there are,' replied Marjorie, 'but I don't expect we shall meet any. Smuggling isn't what it used to be,' she added somewhat regretfully.
'What luck if we could only come across some,' said Harry. 'Let's go and see the caves anyhow.'
'It's a long walk, across moors and bogs, and steep hills,' said Marjorie; 'but if you're game, come along.'
Harry, walking beside Reggie, looked at the girl's slight, erect figure as she went in front with Gerald.
'Does she always do what you fellows do?' he inquired, rather doubtfully.
'Of course she does,' replied Reggie; 'she's fifteen years old, you know; a year older than Allan.'