“Oh! then we had better hurry,” Norma exclaimed. “My chum, Betty, and I piloted the boat. It’s neither fast nor large. We don’t know much about boats so we wouldn’t like to get caught in a storm.”
“Oh, we’ll get back before they are through talking,” was the quick reply. “We’ll hurry. You just must see Black Head, Gray Head, and Bald Head.”
“Oh, We’ll Get Back Before They Are Through Talking.”
“Who are they? People?”
“No, they’re huge rocks that slant away into the sea. When there’s a bad storm it’s just terrible to see the way the waves come roaring in.
“When that sub came up out of the water,” the child’s voice dropped to a whisper, “I laid right down on Black Head and—and hid my face behind a little bush.”
“That was a wise thing to do.” Had this child really seen a German submarine rise close to this island? Norma wondered. “It makes it all seem so close and so real,” she whispered to herself.