“But if those Orientals—” his voice rose, “Oh! Well, enough of that for today. It’s good of you fellows to join us in a feast!”
“It’s been swell!” said Blackie.
“Swell! Grand! Mighty keen!” were the impulsive comments of the boys.
“We know each other better,” said Blackie.
“A whole lot better,” Red McGee agreed.
“Goodbye, Rusty,” MacGregor called back through the house.
“Goodbye! Goodbye! Come again soon,” came back in a girlish voice.
“I wonder,” Johnny thought as he took the winding path leading down to the wharf. “Wonder if we’ll ever get to come back here?”
CHAPTER XIII
THE SHADOW
“Fog.” There was more than a suggestion of disgust in Johnny’s tone as he said this word. It was the next morning. After a good night’s sleep aboard the Stormy Petrel he felt ready for anything. The moment he awoke he had listened for the pounding surf.