"Will you be sorry?" returned Allen, meaningly.
"You know I shall. I do so enjoy—the water," she answered with a little blush and a bright glance.
"You sha'n't miss anything," he declared. "I'll charter a sailboat while the Pocohontas is laid up."
And this he did, arranging with Old Tin-Back for the hire of a catboat that would hold all the party. Thus the glorious summer days were used to best advantage, the young people cruising about the bay, fishing and bathing as suited their fancy.
"Not going out to-day; are ye?" asked Old Tin-Back, as he came down to the dock one morning, and found the boys and girls about to start off.
"We certainly are!" declared Will. "I think something will happen to-day. I have a feeling in my bones that I may land a smuggler or two."
"Oh, Will!" expostulated his sister. "Don't joke. That may be serious."
"I only hope it is serious," he declared.
"What's the matter with going out to-day?" asked Allen.
"Wa'al, it looks like a squall," replied the old lobsterman. "If ye do go don't go out too far."