“Pretty well,” answered Chub thoughtfully. “I was awake until long after midnight, though.” He was trying to decide whether to mention the men in the sail-boat. Viewed by the sane light of morning the incident seemed to mean very little. And while he was still hesitating there came the sound of a merry whistle and Billy Noon appeared around the point. Chub looked at him attentively. He didn’t look at all like a person who had been up half the night. Perhaps, after all, Chub thought, he had been mistaken in the voice; lots of voices sounded alike, especially in the dark. So he kept his own counsel for the present.
“Well, what’s the program for to-day?” asked Billy merrily.
“Write letters,” said Chub dismally.
“Go to church,” said Roy. “We didn’t go last Sunday and so Dick and I are going to-day. You coming, Chub?”
“With this ankle?” asked Chub in surprise.
“You said it was about well,” Roy answered. Chub sighed.
“I know,” he said, “but I wouldn’t want to have a relapse.”
Billy asked about the injury and by the time Chub had finished telling him Dick came back with the saucepan.
“She’s all ready,” he announced, greeting Billy. “We’re going to sail down to the Cove and go to church,” he explained. “Want to come along?”