"I should say so!" exclaimed Betty. "Oh, those horrid faces."
"Just like smugglers!" declared Mollie.
"What's that about smugglers?" demanded Grace, quickly, turning around. She was in advance with Amy.
"Oh—nothing," spoke Betty, and Grace resumed her talk with her other chum.
The girls walked along the beach. Now a turn of the coast hid the boys from sight, and their work of towing back the drifting motor boat.
"Oh, it's farther than I thought!" sighed Grace, as the atmosphere became clearer, and, some distance down the coast they could see the little village of Ocean View.
"Oh, it isn't far at all!" declared Betty. "We haven't done enough walking lately, that's the reason. We'll soon be there."
As the girls made a turn around some high sand dunes they heard the staccato puffing of a motor boat.
"Can that be the boys?" asked Mollie, quickly.
"Of course not! They are away behind us," declared Betty, "and that sound came from in front. See, there it is—a motor boat," and she pointed to one just leaving the shore of a little cove.