“Robber! Thief! Traitor!” screamed the rollers, and then poor Dainty was lugged back to the camp.
Making the charge against him, and making an example of him would be too sad a tale for words; sufficient to say that the meeting adjourned at the request of a peace commission.
When the last visitor had been “shooed” away and the Couldn’ts had carefully prepared for the lunch to be taken on the Chelton (although Ed claimed that Walter had appropriated his most becoming tie, and that the shade of tan rather marred Wallie’s own “tannery” effect), the boys finally put the camp flap down good and tight, and were off to the bay.
CHAPTER X
TOO MUCH JOY
Far out in the pretty bay the Chelton was anchored. It was arranged that the luncheon should be given too far from land to get anything in supplies that might have been forgotten. In fact, it was to be a test meal, such as might be a necessity in case of “shipwreck” or accident.
It was such a day as sometimes makes early Summer copy Spring, when the mists of morning mingle with the sun’s rays, and send up shafts of haze to pillar the sky from land or water.
There had been great preparations for this salt water lunch. The girls, enthusiastic over the possibilities, had vied with one another in arranging the affair.