“I wonder when we will get our prize?” said Betty. “I am wild to see it. I hope it’s that oddly shaped cup we so admired when we looked at the prizes.”
It proved to be that one, the trophy being sent over to the dock where the Gem was tied, by a special messenger. It was given the place of honor in the cabin.
Will and his two chums went home rather late that day.
“Is father much worried about the missing papers?” asked Grace, as she parted from her brother.
“He sure is. He’s afraid the other side may spring something on him any minute.”
“You mean—take some action to get the property?”
“Yes.”
“It’s too bad. But I don’t see what we can do.”
“Neither do I. I wish I could find Prince. I think that’s the queerest thing about him.”
“It certainly is. Say, Will, how is poor little Dodo getting on?”