There was something queer about the "wreck" after all!
Half-frightened, and hanging on to Toby's arm, Nancy peeped over into the boat, and the next moment she shrieked in alarm, and something sprang out of the locker and clung to her neck!
"Oh—h!" Nancy pulled at the clinging creature in terror, but Toby was bent with laughter!
"Stop it, Nan! It's only a kitten!" he cried, as soon as he could speak.
It was true! A poor, shivering little tabby kitten was cuddling into Nancy's neck, mewing with terror!
"Oh, the little darling!" she exclaimed. "How frightened it must have been! I wonder whose kitten it is?"
"If we can't find out I should think we might keep it ourselves."
"Wouldn't it be lovely to have a kittie of our own?"
"I'm afraid we ought to ask a few people first," said Toby sadly. "There's old Rowan. Shall we go and tell him about the boat?"