The fish merchant owned a number of boats, some of which had sails, others oars, and some were moved with gasolene engines.
"We'll go in the Spray," said Bunny's father, that being the name of the boat.
"We could go faster in the Wave," said Bunker Blue, naming a smaller boat.
"Yes, but it wouldn't be quite so safe," said Mr. Brown, who was always very careful about the water, especially if any of the children were with him. "There is quite a sea on, and the wind is blowing hard."
"It looks a little like a storm," observed Bunker Blue.
"Yes, it does," agreed Mr. Brown. "And that's another reason we ought to take the Spray."
Bunny Brown did not care much in which boat they went as long as he had a ride and was on the way to find Toby. He was almost sure the Shetland pony would be at the gypsy camp, and he had no doubt but that his father could easily take the little horse away from the bad men who had stolen him.
As they went down to the dock, leaving Sue at home with her mother, Bunny said:
"As soon as I saw the red and yellow flowers, which was just the color of the gypsy wagon, I thought the dark man might have taken Toby."
"And, very likely he did," said Mr. Brown. "Only we must not be too sure."