"There's Sid," suddenly remarked Ed, pointing down the road to where
Sidney Wilcox was coming around a turn, walking slowly.
"Yes, and I guess he gets his bills, too."
"Likely," admitted Ed. "He seems to have one now, and it doesn't appear to please him," for Sid was intently studying a sheet of paper as he walked along. He turned back and looked up the road.
"Who's he looking for?"' asked Jack.
"Give it up. No, I don't, either. There she is. It's Ida Giles."
Sidney waited for the girl to come up to him. Then he put the sheet of paper in his pocket, and the two walked along together until they came abreast of Ed and Jack. Sid nodded, which salutation was returned by the two fishermen. Ida made a slight motion with her head, which might or might not have been taken for a bow. Then the two passed on.
"My, but they're rushing it pretty fast!" commented Jack.
"Oh, Sid owns a nice little car—built for two," spoke Ed. "That makes it worth while for her."
"Yes, Ida does get in a lot of runs."
Jack turned to look at the girl. She was rather becomingly dressed in a dark-blue gingham sailor suit. Her red hair seemed fairly to blaze in the summer sunlight. Her companion slouched along in that indifferent way common to many youths of neutral temperaments—nothing much decided about them save their dislike for hard facts.