"Isn't he a queer old character?" remarked Mollie.
"Yes, but I like him," Betty answered. "He says he has never yet given up hope of finding some treasure washed ashore from a wreck. He's always looking as he walks along the beach."
"And that in spite of the fact that, with all his years of looking, he has found only a pipe," laughed Mollie. "He is very persevering, is Old Tin-Back."
"Most fishermen are," spoke Betty.
"I suppose things are occasionally washed up by the sea," Amy observed. "Let's look as we walk along the beach."
Hardly knowing why they did so, the eyes of the outdoor girls roamed the beach, which, as the tide had just gone out, was strewn with odds and ends. Nothing of moment, though, it seemed—bits of broken boxes and barrels, bottles and tin cans, probably the refuse from coasting vessels.
"Oh, I'm tired!" suddenly exclaimed Grace. "Let's see if we can't find a place to sit down."
"Tired! No wonder, wearing such high-heeled shoes!" objected Betty. "You are violating one of the ethics of the outdoor girls' organization!" she went on. "You can't expect to walk in those."
"I'm not going to try again," confessed Grace. "Oh, I simply must sit down."
"The sand is so wet," objected Mollie.