“Smile?”
“Yes, for he looked so awfully downhearted.”
CHAPTER XXII
THE FURY OF THE STORM
The next day the boys went off again in spite of Mrs. Danvers’ entreaties to stay another night or two until the weather showed definite signs of clearing up.
But the boys were decided—saying that since the mist had lifted they had really no excuse for staying longer, and as Paul was evidently very anxious to get to his father, Mrs. Danvers had nothing else to do but to give in.
“It’s true, the fog has lifted,” she admitted, gazing up anxiously at an overcast sky, “but after a calm like this we are sure to have a storm—how much of one it’s hard to tell. Well, go on. But promise me to stay close to the mainland and to put in to shore if the weather man looks too threatening.”
The boys promised and the girls waved to them until The Shelling was only a tiny speck on the water. Then they turned rather sadly back toward the Danvers’ home.