The boy nodded, smiling until his mouth looked like the Cheshire cat’s.
“Yes’m. Cap’n Ben Carey, formerly of the schooner Mary, now on duty at the station down yonder on the Point. They call our end of the bay Fair Havens. It’s in the Bible, too.”
“Is it?” Polly and the others were now interested fully. Even Marbury, with all his cadet training back of him, had been somewhat shy with all seven girls around him, plying him with questions, but this boy was not.
“What’s your own name?” asked Sue.
“Tom Carey.”
“Can you sail a yacht all by yourself?”
“I can sail anything,” answered the clam digger, modestly.
“The captain is in charge of Lost Island, isn’t he?” Polly inquired. “I am Polly Page, Mrs. Holmes’s niece.”
Tom nodded, and put out his hand.
“I know. We’ve been looking for you any time. We’ve got five of the Holmes boys’ boats down at our place. Father got a letter from London telling him you was coming, and he gave me the stamp to keep. Going to look at the place this morning?”