"Auntie and Mr. Ellins haven't come back yet," says she. "It's after three o'clock. Something must have happened."
"But Captain Killam is with 'em," says I.
"What use is he, I'd like to know? Torchy, we must go and find them."
"But I don't know any more about runnin' a motor-boat than I do about playin' a trombone," I protests.
"I do," says Vee. "I learned in Bermuda one winter. I have coffee and sandwiches here. They'll be hungry."
"Better put in some cigars for Mr. Ellins," says I. "If he's run out of smokes I'd rather not find him."
"Get cigars, then," says she. "I have the small launch all ready."
"How about taking one of the crew?" I suggests.
"Bother!" says Vee. "Besides, they've seen sharks and are all frightened. I'm not afraid of sharks."
You bet she wasn't; nor of being out at night, nor of startin' a strange engine. You should have seen her spin that wheel and juggle the tiller ropes. Some girl!