“Isn’t she a beauty, though?” said Gladys, looking after the ship in admiration. The sun shining on the broad, white side of the Huronic as she turned toward St. Pierre made her look like a gleaming, white bird.
“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again,” said Katherine optimistically. “Even if the fair Huronic did spurn us we can no doubt get the attention of a fishing boat. Some of them are always going round. Cheer up, Antha, and don’t look so scared. Remember, you’re with me, and I bear a charmed life!”
And joking over their situation, but, nevertheless, keeping a sharp lookout for anything on the horizon, they settled down to pass the time.
Meanwhile, the Hounds had reached the woods before St. Pierre, found the directions on the tree and turned off toward the beach to follow the shore to the Point of Pines. But after plodding through the thick, soft sand for a while they decided that that mode of traveling was altogether too fatiguing, and went back into the woods where they found a path which ran in the general line of the shore and 203 which was much easier traveling. But even at that they were pretty well tired when they reached the Point of Pines where they supposed the others would be waiting for them. But there was no glimpse of the Hares at the Point of Pines.
“Where do you suppose they are?” asked Hinpoha, mystified.
“Hiding, I suppose,” said Sahwah wearily, sitting down in the soft grass. “Let’s let them stay hidden until we get rested up. It’s up to us to get dinner I suppose, but I’m just too tired to begin.”
“But you will pretty soon, won’t you?” asked Slim anxiously.
“You aren’t hungry already, are you, Slim?” asked Hinpoha teasingly.
“Already!” said Slim, looking at his watch. “Do you folks know what time it is? It’s half past two!”
“Mercy!” said Sahwah. “It’s taken us ages to get here. Maybe the beach would have been shorter, anyway.”