“Never mind,” consoled Fred. “It’ll soon be warm enough to strip and take a plunge in the Cove instead of all this penance of hot water and soap.”
That night as the tide crept stealthily in it bore upon its bosom a treasure indeed! At last Treasure Cove had won its title. In the silvery rays of the beautiful moonlight a mola lay glorified upon the little white beach.
Immediately after breakfast in the morning, the eager boys wanted to investigate their lobster traps.
“I’ll tell you what, boys! You can attend to that while I take the Captain and get some salt for our fish. Who wants to go to Saturday Cove with me?” called Mr. Remington.
“I do! I do!” came the chorus of girls’ voices.
“No sooner said than done—here we go!” laughed their father.
As usual, Mose took this opportunity to hand Mr. Remington a list of items for the larder. Odds and ends were obtainable at the General Store and “P. O.” at Saturday Cove although the weekly marketing was done at Belfast, a goodly-sized town nine miles up the bay.
The boys were a bit discouraged when they found nothing but crabs in the lobster traps. However, they baited them afresh and brought home the crabs.
“There’s awful poor pickin’ in these crabs,” admitted Fred. “That’s one thing Maine falls down on.”
“But aren’t they some good?” asked Dudley.