“Where are the forget-me-nots?” said Mrs Gilmour incautiously, for instance, to Nellie, while arranging the wild-flowers in vases shortly before going to bed. “I can’t see them at all anywhere. Can you, Sarah?”
There was no answer from her, however.
Sarah was off like a shot!
Chapter Sixteen.
“Broken Up!”
Early next morning, after their usual matutinal swim, Bob and Dick accompanied the Captain for a stroll along the beach to the coastguard-station on the eastern side of the Castle, near to which the ill-fated Bembridge Belle had been run ashore.
Of course, Rover formed one of the party; carrying, equally as a matter of course, his young master’s towels in his mouth and wagging his fine bushy tail with even more energy than he generally evinced when performing that function, in order to express his proud exultation at the trust reposed in him.
At the coastguard-station they found Hellyer standing by the flagstaff, with his telescope under his left arm and evidently on duty.