“I’d like to find him for myself,” Jamie admitted with a laugh. “Not much chance though. There are thousands of turtles in Cabell’s pond.”
“They come out on the logs to sun themselves. If Clover has a name painted on his shell, couldn’t one spot him?”
“Maybe, if you were there at just the right time.”
“Won’t you try to get Clover for me?” Vevi pleaded. “I do so want to win the race for the Brownies.”
Jamie seemed to be thinking over the request.
“I don’t like to promise,” he said after a long silence. “My dad keeps me close to the beach since—well, lately. I might be able to get you a turtle, but not Clover.”
“Any will do,” Vevi said. “I’d rather have Clover though. Will you please get me a turtle right away?”
“If I get one at all, it will be right away,” Jamie answered soberly. He looked out across the waves. “I’m not figuring on being around here much longer.”
“You’re not going to run away again?” Vevi asked.
Jamie did not appear offended by her question.