"It'll keep," he replied tantalisingly. "Now then, boys, look alive and get the job done! We want the place to look extra smart to-day."
This was a hint that there was something in the wind. For the next half-hour the Sea Scouts—Patrol-leader included—worked like galley-slaves.
When they had done, Brandon pinned the Scoutmaster's letter to the notice-board. The Sea Scouts crowded round eagerly.
This is what they read:—
The Croft,
Sablesham,
17th December.
DEAR LADS,
I am sorry, but all efforts on my part to get back on Friday have been futile. The business upon which I am engaged cannot be settled before Tuesday at the earliest.
However, as I know you want to get afloat, a friend of mine, Mr. George Gregory, has kindly promised to take my place. He is Scoutmaster of the 2nd Sablesham Troop. I hope you'll be able to show him that the Aberstour Sea Scouts are at least as smart as his.
Mr. Gregory is arriving by the 1.15 train. He tells me that he will be quite content with the accomodation on board the Puffin, and will sleep on board while he is at Aberstour.
Cheerio,