"There's Neal's toot. We must go," announced Isabel.
"I wish we could circle around the island," suggested Cleo. "No harm in that, surely. Every one goes as they please on the bay."
"Grand idea!" exclaimed Helen. "Maybe we could see into the island from the boat. Come on. Hope Neal has some more time to spare."
The owner of the Treddie was glad to circle the little isle, and when all had jumped in the launch, the trip home began with that preliminary dash.
"I'll slow down so you can get a good look," Neal told them, and he understood enough about the interest in Luna Land to do his part.
All eyes were strained toward the shore.
"There's the pretty, rocky ledge Neal told us about," remarked Isabel. "Just see! It's like a movie rock. What a pretty arch it forms."
But even the natural beauty of the rocky alcove did not furnish the point of interest they searched for.
"Would you imagine that place hid human life?" said Cleo, a little disappointed. "Not even a tree branch moves."
"Dense foliage," added Grace. "It would be pretty hard to see anything through those trees."