“I say, old man,” put in Frank, with a wink at Sid. “Lend me one of those cushions; will you. I’m going——”
“You’re going to get one of your own!” interrupted Tom. “I need these.”
“You mean the lady does,” added Sid, with a laugh. “Go on, you old deserter. We’ll be going out in the shell, later.”
“Will you?” exclaimed Tom. “I wonder if I’d better—Oh, go and be hanged to you!” he added. “I’ll get practice enough,” and he got into the boat and rowed away.
“Wonder where he’s going?” spoke Frank.
“Give it up,” replied Sid. “Let’s find Phil, and get ready for a spin.”
Meanwhile Tom made good time to Fairview, and found Ruth awaiting him, he having previously telephoned to her to be in readiness.
“Oh, Tom, I wonder if we will have any luck?” she exclaimed, as they set off, her three girl chums watching her curiously.
“I hope so,” he answered, “but, really, I can’t hold out much. A brooch is so small, and Crest Island is rather large. But we’ll look near the place where the box lodged. The pin may still be there.”