“What did you put it on me for?” complained Percy.
“Come down on the beach and watch them go,” ordered Isabelle, leading the way.
They sat them down and watched preparations on the yacht. A motor boat came ashore and carried off the guests.
“Now aren’t you sorry?” said Percy.
“Nope.”
The motor boat presently put off again—in their direction. It came as near shore as it dared, and stopped. Captain O’Leary stepped overboard into the shallow water, and advanced upon the puzzled three. He bowed, leaned over, picked up Miss Isabelle Bryce in his arms, and marched into the sea and toward the boat.
“Hi there! what are you doing?” cried Percy.
“Come and get me, you big idiots!” called Isabelle over O’Leary’s shoulder.
The two boys plunged in. O’Leary laughed and ran. He set her in the boat, jumped in himself, and they were off, leaving the two swains hip deep and helpless.
Isabelle turned smouldering eyes on the Captain.