With fluttering heart Dick scrambled back into the boat, followed by the hulking Jerry, who, in a very few minutes, ran them comfortably on to the beach, and made an end of all their perils for that day.
They reached Templeton just in time for call over; and no one knew, as they walked into Chapel that evening, through what adventures they had passed since they left Templeton in the morning.
Early next morning Dick could not resist the temptation of going down to call on Mr Green.
“Well, did the boats all come in?” he inquired.
“All, bar Tom White’s. And they do say it will be long enough before any one sees him in these parts again. He’s got wind somehow. It’s wonderful the way news travels on water—so it is.”
Chapter Nineteen.
In which Heathcote mounts high and falls low.
George Heathcote celebrated the early hours of his holiday by “sleeping in,” until the boom of the Chapel bell shot him headlong out of bed into his garments.