“I guess he will,” agreed Janet. “But when we get back we can help Mr. Keller look again for the keys and for Mrs. Keller’s ring.”
“Yes,” whispered Teddy. “But I guess it won’t do any good. We’ve looked all over in the sand and we can’t find anything. And Mr. and Mrs. Keller’ve looked all over in the sand and they can’t find anything.”
“Yes,” agreed his sister. “But maybe if we looked just a little bit more we might find the keys, anyhow. Course I’d like to find Mrs. Keller’s ring, but Mr. Narr doesn’t want that. All he wants is to get Mr. Keller’s keys for a little while.”
“And if Mr. Keller has to tell that he lost ’em——”
Teddy did not finish the sentence, but his sister knew what he meant.
“It’s too bad,” sighed Janet.
Peter, having gotten the motor of the boat to running the way he wanted it to run, and seeing that the steering gear was all right, now turned back to look at the children.
“Does yo’ all know where yo’ wants to be landed?” he asked, waving his hand toward the distant shore which was now nearer.
“You could leave us in the little hole where Jimmie hides his boat,” suggested Ted.
“But then we’ll have to carry the basket of crabs all the way home,” objected Janet. “And they’ll be heavy.”