“Guess I’d better,” agreed the damp one. “Say, but she’s leaking some!” and he looked into the cockpit of the motor craft.
“It will stop when the seams swell,” was Walter’s opinion. “Come on, fellows, we’ll look over the engine.”
“Yes, and please get some gasoline,” suggested Cora. “We may be able to go for a spin this afternoon. Come on, girls. Now that the Pet is in her element we’ll take a stroll around, and look at–well, at whatever there is to look at,” she concluded.
“Let’s go over to the lighthouse,” suggested Belle.
“Not now!” exclaimed Cora, quickly. “We’ll go some other time. Come on,” and leaving the boys to go over the intricacies of the motor boat, the girls strolled along the sand.
Jack hurried on the bungalow.
“Why didn’t you want to go to the lighthouse?” asked Eline of Cora, as they walked on, arm in arm. “I think they are so romantic. And perhaps that mermaid’s father might show us through it in return for our rescue.”
“Doubtless he would, and probably he will–later,” said Cora. “But, Eline, I want to do some thinking first.”
“About what?”
“About what that mermaid, as you call her, told me of her father’s worries. She—”