"I'm not as crazy as I seem to be, Mary. It's only fair to tell you now that this beach may be a pretty troubled spot while we're here. We seem to attract trouble just as a magnet attracts iron."
"I think you are crazy, Nell. If you're not, won't you explain what you mean?"
"Look at our camp over there, Mary. It's pretty solid and complete, isn't it?"
"I only hope ours looks half as well."
"Well, this morning at sunrise there were just two tents standing. Everything else had been burnt. And I was doing my best to get the police or someone from Bay City to rescue two of my girls who were prisoners on a yacht out there in the cove!"
Mary Turner appealed whimsically to Charlie Jamieson.
"Does she mean it, Charlie?" she begged. "Or is she just trying to string me?"
"I'm afraid she means it, and I happen to know it's all true, Mary," said Charlie, enjoying her bewilderment. "But it's a long story. Perhaps you'd better let it keep until you have put things to rights."
"We'll help in doing that," said Eleanor. "Dolly, run over and get the other girls, won't you? Then we'll all turn in and lend a hand, and it will all be done in no time at all."
"Indeed you won't!" said Marcia. "We're going to do everything ourselves, just to show that we can."