“It’s evident that I’m the most important person here, anyway,” retorted Teddy. “Neither one of you seems to be willing to get along without me.”
“Seven cities claimed Homer, you know,” said Bill sarcastically.
“Yes,” said Teddy complacently, “he and I are in the same class.”
217Ross turned his boat around, and the two craft went along side by side.
“The sea’s like a mill pond to-day,” remarked Fred. “How different from the day of the storm, when we watched it from the observation room. Do you remember what your father said?”
“Not especially,” answered Lester. “What particular thing do you mean?”
“Why, when he prophesied that many a good ship would lay her bones on a reef or beach before the storm was over.”
“I suppose he was anxious,” answered Lester gravely, “but I haven’t heard of any ship’s being wrecked on this particular strip of the coast during this storm. The worst time we’ve had around here, as far as I can remember, was about three years ago. That storm kept up for three days and three nights, and when it was over there were at least a dozen wrecks, just on the coast of Maine.
“By the way,” he went on, as a sudden thought struck him, “we’ll have to pass one of those wrecks a few miles from here. It’s a schooner that went ashore in the storm. There’s part of the hull left, and, if you like, we’ll run in and look it over.”
“Was the crew saved?” asked Fred.