"Oh, they are going to camp with us!--Aren't you, John?"
"No; we want to see what becomes of the wreck--we don't have one every day."
"No, I hope not," said Joe. "Well, good-bye till to-night."
CHAPTER VIII.
ANEMONE POOL.
"By the time we get over there, Mr. Andrews, the tide will be down. Are you ready?" called Joe, rapping on the tent occupied by that gentleman and Mr. Lane.
"Yes; we will come directly. You need not wait."
"All right, sir.--Come on, boys. They'll come after. Who wants to race?"
"I do," cried Walter Martin. "Race open for all! No handicapping either. One, two, three! Luck to the fellow that happens to start ahead!"
Away went two score boys over the pasture, like a herd of wild deer, clearing the hillocks and patches of hemlock at a bound.