"What is what, Mr. Caruthers?—I beg your pardon."
"What is it you find in this queer place?"
"I am afraid it is waste trouble to tell you."
"Good morning!" cried a cheery voice here from below them; and looking towards the water they saw Mr. Lenox, making his way as best he could over slippery seaweed and wet rocks.
"Hollo, George!" cried Tom in a different tone—"What are you doing there?"
"Trying to keep out of the water, don't you see?"
"To an ordinary mind, that object would seem more likely to be attained if you kept further away from it."
"May I come up where you are?"
"Certainly!" said Lois. "But take care how you do it."
A little scrambling and the help of Tom's hand accomplished the feat; and the new comer looked about him with much content.