"Keep out of sight," said the Governor, "and send your young charges to play in the woods. We don't want witnesses if anything disagreeable happens while we're unloading."
"Please," she cried, turning to go, "take care of yourselves! We'd better give up the fight right now than have you hurt!"
"It was pretty nice of her to say that, Archie," said the Governor soberly, watching her as she disappeared down a long lane of tents. "We'll see some fun now if Carey cuts any capers."
"He'll hardly ram the tug, though he may be fool enough to try it."
The Arthur B. Grover had rounded the point and was feeling its way toward Heart o' Dreams.
Archie recognized Perky, industriously taking soundings and lazily giving orders to the man at the wheel.
"How much does she show?" called the Governor.
"A coupla clothes lines deep," replied Perky without taking the pipe from his mouth.
His air of unconcern, his complete absorption in the business of getting the tug in position to unload, the nonchalant manner in which he directed the pilot, greatly enhanced Archie's admiration for Perky.
Two men were rigging up a crane to land the bags, boxes and crates that were piled on deck in prodigal profusion.