Connie felt rather frightened too though she could not have explained why.
“Maybe we should wait—” she began, but Vevi cut her short.
“No, let’s tell him now,” she urged. “Come on, before he gets too far away.”
Already Mr. Curry was some distance from the cottage. He was standing beside a parked sedan, checking to see if one of the glass windows could be pushed down from the top.
“Oh, Mr. Curry!” called Vevi.
In the still night air her voice carried very clearly.
The lifeguard heard, for he turned around quickly. Then he did an odd thing. Instead of answering Vevi, or waiting for the girls, he deliberately walked away from them.
They saw him dash into the surf. Wading out to shoulder depth, he swam off toward his own beach.
“Now, why did he do that!” Vevi exclaimed in disappointment. “He didn’t give us a chance to tell him about Jamie.”
“He acted as if he didn’t want to talk to us,” agreed Connie.