CHAPTER XVI
THE CONQUEROR
I
If Randy's train had not missed a connection, he would have caught the same boat that took the Admiral and his party back to the island. They motored down to Wood's Hole, and boarded the Sankaty, while Randy, stranded at New Bedford, was told there would not be another steamer out until the next day.
The Admiral was the only gay and apparently care-free member of his quartette. Becky felt unaccountably depressed. Louise sat in the cabin and worked on her green bag. There was a heavy sky and signs of a storm. It was not pleasant outside.
Archibald was nursing a grievance. "If your grandfather had only stayed over another day."
"He had written Tristram that we would come. He is very exact in his engagements."
"And he feels that fifty years in 'Sconset is better than a cycle anywhere else."
"Yes. It will be nice to get back to our little gray house, and the moor, don't you think?"