“That must be it,” Connie agreed, her mind relieved. “But he won’t find Jamie here at the beach. If he didn’t go to Mr. Green’s place, he’s still at the captain’s cottage.”
“We ought to tell Mr. Curry where he can find his son.”
“You mean now?”
“We may not see him tomorrow, Connie. We go boat riding so early. After that, there’s the turtle race.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Connie agreed unwillingly.
“I’ll tell him now,” Vevi decided. “It will take only a minute. I hate to go outdoors alone though.”
“I’ll dress and go with you,” Connie offered. “Help me find my shoes.”
In the dark bedroom the girls had to search for a minute or two before they found all of Connie’s clothes. She dressed as fast as she could. “Hurry!” Vevi urged. “Mr. Curry’s still trying car doors, but he’s almost out of sight up the beach.”
“I’m hurrying as fast as I can,” Connie gasped. “My shoe strings are all tied in knots.”
“Don’t bother about that. Unless we catch him right away, he’ll be gone.”