“Yes, I heard. Aren’t you going to try to find out where he is? Do you think the rest of your family is along? He said a large party.”
“There is no telling. Gee, I’m glad I wasn’t one of them! I’d rather swab the ‘Boojum’s’ decks, even do galley work with greasy pots and pans to be scoured, than have to wait on the fool girls my sister, Lorna, gathers around her.”
“Lorna! What a pretty name! You never told me her name was Lorna. You always just said ‘my sister.’ I’ve meant to ask you what her name was time and again, but when we are together there always seems to be so many things to talk about I can’t get to it.”
“Yes, honey, and there always will be. That’s what is so nice about you: we never seem to talk out,” and Breck slid his hand along the rail and covered Jane’s hand. “We don’t get much time alone, though, do we? I love the old ‘Boojum,’ love her like a sister or a nice comfortable maiden aunt, but I can’t say she offers a fellow many chances to tell a girl how much he thinks of her. Ummhum! Just think of Hurricane Island! I tell you that’s a great place for love making.”
“How about the little tow-headed Grays? It seems to me on one occasion they were pretty numerous,” laughed Jane.
“Break away! Break away!” called Charlie, as he emerged from below.
“What did I tell you?” grumbled Breck.
“But you never did tell me if you are going to hunt up your family,” insisted Jane. “Do you intend to do it?”
“Not on your life! In the first place, they have gone. Mr. Reynolds said they had sailed this morning. I am too happy to row and if the Governor and I get together we’ll lock horns, as sure as shooting.”
“Yes—but—”