Eleanor looked annoyed. She remembered only too well and too vividly the disturbance that had followed the coming of the yacht, and she wondered if this new invasion of the peace of Plum Beach might not likewise be the forerunner of something unpleasant.
"They've got tents," she said, peering curiously at the wagons. "See—they're stopping there, and beginning to unload."
"They're doing themselves very well, whoever they are," said Trenwith. "That's a pretty luxurious looking camp outfit. And they're having their work done for them by men who know the business, too."
"Yes, and they're not making a much better job of it than these girls did," said Charlie. "Great Scott! Look at those cases of canned goods! They've got enough stuff there to feed a regiment."
"Oh, I'm sorry they're coming!" said Eleanor, "whoever they are! I don't want to seem nasty, but we were ever so happy last summer when we we were here quite alone."
"These people won't bother you, Nell," said Jamieson.
"You don't suppose this could be another trick of Mr. Holmes's, do you, Charlie?"
"Hardly—so soon," he said, frowning.
"He didn't leave us in peace very long after we got here, you know. We only arrived yesterday—and see what happened to us last night!"
"Well, we might stroll over and have a look," suggested Trenwith. "I guess there aren't any private property rights on this beach. We'll just look them over."