“We will take yours, thank you,” smiled Harriet. “It is much finer salt than ours.”
“Yes, it’s the salt the farmer over yonder uses to give to his sheep,” interjected Sam. “We borrowed some from him.”
Miss Elting laughed a little at this blunt speech.
“You are very funny, boys!” she said. “But we are grateful to you. I don’t know how we shall be able to repay you.”
“We have shared your hospitality—your bounteous hospitality,” answered the captain. “We wished to make some slight return.”
“What shall we do with what melons are left over?” asked Miss Elting.
“Carry them on with you. You have a car in which to transport your stuff.”
“I suppose we had better do that,” mused the guardian. “When we reach the next camping place we shall insist on entertaining you at our camp. We greatly appreciate this treat.”
“Thank you,” said George Baker, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Shortly afterwards Captain Baker rose from where he had been sitting and with an uneasy look on his face announced that they must go. With his fellows he hurriedly left the camp, not even taking the melon sack along. They were seen no more that night.