“Yes,” chimed in his wife, her face lighting up, “look at the way they exposed that masquerade of the ghost out on the Garwood ranch this summer. And think how cleverly they got on the trail of the tramps who stole your watch.”
“Ye-es,” assented Aaron slowly, as though the concession was wrenched from him. “They do seem to get there one way or the other. I don’t know whether it’s because they’re smart or lucky.”
“They’re both,” said Mrs. Rushton proudly.
108CHAPTER XIV
A FEROCIOUS ENEMY
When the boys woke the morning after their adventure, their first thought was of the weather. They had set their hearts on taking the trip over to Milton to call on Mark Taylor and they would have been sorely disappointed at any indication of a storm.
But they could have spared their worry. There was not a cloud in the sky, the sun was rising brilliantly in the east, and the waves fell in a soft monotonous murmur at the foot of the lighthouse.
“It’s going to be a dandy day,” reported Teddy gleefully, as he came back from the window. “Get up there, you sleepy heads,” he commanded, with the conscious virtue of the one who rises first.
Three rumpled heads turned on the pillows of the various cots in the big room where the boys slept. A well-aimed pillow caught one of them plump and full, and caused a hasty withdrawal beneath the sheet.
“Cut out the rough house, or I’ll get up there and fan you,” came the drowsy voice of Bill, who happened to be the victim.