And, sure enough, the noise of the anchor chains came over the water.
CHAPTER XIII
THE MYSTERIOUS YACHT
But, beautiful as the yacht undoubtedly was, the sight of it and the sound of the slipping anchor chains brought a look of perplexity and even of distress to Eleanor’s eyes.
“That’s very curious,” she said, thoughtfully. “There are no cottages or bungalows near here. Those people can’t be coming here just for a visit, or they would take another anchorage. And it’s a strange thing for them to choose this cove if they are just cruising along the coast.”
“There weren’t any yachts here last year when we were camping,” said Margery. “But it is a lovely spot, and it’s public land along here, isn’t it?”
“No, not exactly. It won’t be used for a long time, I expect, but it has an owner. An old gentleman in Bay City owns all the shore front along here for half a mile, and he has been holding on to it with the idea that it would get more valuable as time went on. Probably it will, too.”
“Well, he lets people come here to camp, doesn’t he?”