“You aren’t usually so anxious to see his face,” laughed Fred. “That time, for instance, when he came up on the bank after his ducking in the river.”
“No,” admitted Teddy. “But this time things are different.”
Lester had made several trips to the boat, each time loaded with provisions, and by the time everything else was ready the little larder was well stocked.
“No danger of starving on this trip,” smiled Mr. Lee, who had come down to see them off.
“Not much,” laughed Lester. “Now, Dad, don’t worry if we’re gone longer than we expect to be. We’ll be back when we get here.”
“I’ll not worry,” promised his father. “Any one who can take a boat through Sentinel Rocks in such a blow as we had the other day, can get out of any kind of scrape.”
He waved his hand genially in farewell as the Ariel fell away and set her course for Milton.
112“We’ve a following wind,” remarked Lester, as he settled himself at the tiller, “and if it holds out, we ought to make Milton in three hours.”
“We want to keep a sharp lookout for Mark on the way,” suggested Teddy.
“That’s right,” agreed Lester. “He’s more than likely to be out fishing somewhere in our course. And this time we won’t have to rely on Bill’s eyes alone, for I’ve brought a pair of dad’s binoculars along.”