"Wasn't I right in saying it was a pretty puddle?" asked John proudly.
"Yes, indeed; but it deserves a better name. Let's call it Anemone Pool."
"That's it. That sounds first-rate," answered the boys. "Anemone Pool it is."
The wet clothes were still damp, but the owners dressed themselves, and were proceeding to hurry away, when John said, "Hold on! I forgot to tell you something." The boys stood still and looked back, waiting for the speaker to come to them.
"Those men from the wreck said they spoke a fishing-smack just off yonder the night before the storm, and they had aboard two of the scaredest fellows you ever see."
The boys were all attention now, and crowded around John.
"The captain of the smack said the boys had been sea-sick ever since they shipped, and as soon as the fog came on they had been so frightened he didn't know what to do with 'em."
"Well, what did he do?" demanded Joe impatiently.
"He wanted Captain Melrose to take them off his hands; he thought there was goin' to be a storm, and he really hadn't room for 'em. He said they just stayed around and moped."
"Poor fellows!" said Joe soberly.