“There they are!” the child cried as they emerged from the pines. “That’s Black Head.” She pointed. “That’s Gray Head—”
“And the other must be Bald Head,” Norma laughed.
“Yes, and right out there was where the sub came up.” Again the girl pointed. “Come on!” Seizing her companion’s hand, she dragged her along at a furious pace.
“Right here,” she said, vastly excited. “I was just sitting here watching for planes, when I looked down—”
Suddenly she broke off. There came the whir of wings and then, just before them in the water at the foot of Black Head, two beautiful eider ducks came to rest.
“Going north,” Patsy whispered. “The first ones I’ve seen this year.”
In her excitement she allowed her voice to rise and suddenly the ducks were gone.
“Did you see that?” Patsy exclaimed. “They crash dived, just the way the sub did, only it didn’t crash dive right away. Oh, no! You can’t think how scared I was. Three men came up from the conning tower. They had a rubber boat and were blowing it up.”
“Coming ashore,” Norma whispered.
“Yes, that’s what I thought. And was I scared! If they had seen me they would have shot me. Grandfather would have heard and there would have been a battle.”