So, in talking and planning for the clam-bake, the thin ice of camp-cooking was forgotten and the character of the boys for being first-class chefs was not completely ruined.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE PIRATES OF SCILLY LEDGE
“SAY, Fred, did you see the Boston steamer go past this morning?” asked Billy, wonderingly, one day.
“Come to think of it, I didn’t!”
“Neither did I,” said Dudley.
“Nor I,” added Paul.
“It gets to be such a habit when the boats go past—up in the morning and down at night—that their absence is quite noticeable,” said Fred.
But the boys forgot about the failure of the big white steamer to put in her appearance as usual. That afternoon, they were out with the Captain when a fisherman from Saturday Cove hailed them.
“Hey! Cap’n! Th’ Ol’ Katahdin’s gone ashore on Scilly Ledge, this mornin’!”