"A horse!"
A darker figure rose up suddenly from before the strange animal.
"Ida May!"
"Why, Captain Latham!"
"Cat's foot!" exclaimed the captain of the Seamew. "I thought I'd never wake you up without disturbing the old folks. No need to ask you if you rested well."
"Oh, gloriously!" whispered the girl, beaming down upon him, but keeping out of the full range of his vision.
"Sorry I had to wake you, but I'm due at the wharf right now to see that the hands get those clams stowed aboard. We want to get away on the morning tide. I brought Queenie home and thought I'd better tell you."
"Queenie?"
"The Queen of Sheba, you know. I was telling you about Cap'n Ira's old mare."
"Oh, yes! Wait. I'll dress and be right down."