Loosing the ringlets from the braid;
She looked so helpless as she swayed,
Her hat one side a-tip,
Pauly had all that he could do
To keep himself from falling too;
He needed all the strength he knew,
To save her should she slip!
The classic thus converted by Elizabeth was hailed with loud acclaim by the boys, but Trixie said never a word! How the poetess made her “separate peace” was never told but Trixie was as friendly as ever the next time the two appeared together.
Wednesday morning at the earliest permissible tide the Captain and the boys were busy drilling into the ledge of Treasure Cove. The boys were deeply interested when they realised that before another tide flowed over that ledge a blast could be set off. In the meantime, they went fishing and soon had a fine mess of cunners for their camp-lunch.
Knowing the extent of the boys’ appetites, Mose’s tender heart ached in dread of empty stomachs and a raid on his pantry when he was not at hand to defend the fort! So he brought a large pan full of biscuits and “fixin’s on th’ side” to the cooks. The “fixin’s” comprising a hearty meal by themselves.