“Yes, that’s our boat,” said Mrs. Martin, shading her eyes from the sun and peering toward the boat at which Ted pointed.
“Now we’ll find out what’s in the growlery hole!” exclaimed Tom.
Uncle Ben was almost knocked down by the rush of four eager children at him when he reached the shore, all crying:
“Uncle Ben! Uncle Ben!”
“What’s the matter?” he asked, when he had made the motor boat fast to shore. “Did you think I wasn’t coming?”
“Oh, no. But we want you to see what’s in the growlery hole!” cried Ted.
Then they told Uncle Ben what they meant, and when Mrs. Martin had nodded, to show that there was really something in the story so breathlessly gasped out, Uncle Ben said:
“Well, we’ll go and see about this. Show me the growlery hole.”
Eagerly Tom and Ted led the way, hurrying on ahead of the sailor. Mrs. Martin, with Trouble, Janet, and Lola followed.
“There it is!” cried Ted, pointing.