“Well, I guess we’ll have a hand in that!”
These were the comments of Jack and his chums.
“Now don’t do anything rash,” begged Cora.
“We’ve got to do something,” insisted Jack.
After some consultation it was agreed that the boys should go over and have a talk with the fisherman, and then, among themselves, they would decide on what was best to be done.
Meanwhile the girls would go back to the bungalow, there to await the report of the boys. Nothing would be said to Mrs. Lewis, for she had had alarm enough.
It was anxious waiting for the girls, and they were so nervous that they did not enjoy the dinner Mrs. Lewis had prepared, at which lack of appetite she wondered much. But she ascribed their distraction, and their rather strange comments, to the alarm of the day before.
Finally the Lassie, which had somehow been induced to “mote,” was descried coming across the bay from the direction of the old fisherman’s cabin.
“Come on, girls!” called Cora as she saw the boys. “We’ll go down and meet them.” She did not want Mrs. Lewis to hear the talk.
“Well, Jack?” asked Cora, as the boat came in.