As Ben got out, Jones sauntered along, and it was easy to see that, personally, he was quite a contrast to Jim. The situation seemed somewhat relieved.
"It"s all right now," spoke Cora in a low voice, and with an easier air. "Let"s go." With pleasant words for Ben and Dan she and her friends prepared to start off again. Walter gave the flywheel a few vigorous turns, but there was only a sort of apologetic sigh from the motor.
"Prime it a bit," suggested Ed.
With gasoline from a small oil can, Walter injected some of the fluid into the cylinder through the pet c.o.c.k.
"Now for it!" he exclaimed. "Cross your fingers everybody," and once more he did the street-piano act, as Ed termed it. The engine only sighed gently.
Walter gave a quick glance over his shoulder toward the bow.
"Is that forward switch in?" he asked a bit sharply.
"Oh!" exclaimed Cora, "I accidentally pulled it out when I removed the bulkhead to look at the battery connections. There," she added after a quick motion, "it"s in, Walter."
"Now for it! Hold your breaths," ordered the engineer. There was a sudden motion to the wheel, a whizzing buzz, a churning of the water under the stern and the boat moved away.
"We"ll have to have a regular schedule--gasoline, switch, ground-wire, pet-c.o.c.ks primed--oil cups up, and all that sort of thing," murmured Cora as they glided swiftly onward. "I"ll print it on a card and hang it near the engine."
"Thanks," whispered Walter, as he took the wheel. "Where to?" he asked.
"The bath house," suggested Ed. "Our togs are there."
Gracefully the craft approached the group of bath houses, whence the boys had started in their canoe that afternoon. But no lights gleamed out to welcome the returning ones.
"My word!" exclaimed Walter a bit dubiously, "our togs are likely locked up in the safe, and here we are, forty miles from the pile of ready-to wear habiliments that hide behind Jack"s trunk! Eh, what?"
"Sure thing!" agreed Ed with a sigh.
"Oh, never mind," consoled Cora. "Come over with us for a while, anyhow, if only to report progress."
CHAPTER V
A MAN IN THE SHADOW
When the engine had been carefully covered, on arrival at the camp dock, and the boat securely tied up for the night, the party were all literally shaking hands in grat.i.tude for the rescue. It was only a short distance along the sh.o.r.e path to where the lads "bunked," but the young men shivered during the trip. The girls thought of their own coats and promptly offered them, for Walter, Ed and Jack were really suffering in their bathing suits.
"But we have heavy dresses on," insisted Cora, "and really Jack it is cool. Please take our coats," for her brother had objected.
"Well, if you insist," replied Jack, "but it seems to me we have had more than our share of bad luck for one day. First our boat is stolen, then our clothes are locked up. Who would think that that old boathouse man would go to bed so early."
"I am sure you are perfectly welcome to our coats," insisted Belle, as she and her sister divested themselves of their long automobile garments, "and they will look--"
"Lovely on us," put in Walter. "Let me have the blue one, please.
It is so becoming."
Jack took Cora"s heavy linen, Ed accepted the brown that Bess had worn, while Walter got the blue.
"Not so bad," said Jack, thrusting his hands deep into the patch pockets. "Don"t know but what I"ll get one like this, Cora."
"And I rather like the empire effect," said Ed turning around so that all, might admire the short-waisted coat he wore. "This is the Roman empire I believe, Bess; is it not?"
"No, the first Empire," corrected the girl. "My but you do look nice! You have a wonderful--outline."
"Yes, my nurse always complimented me on my outline. But do behold Wallie! Isn"t he a peach?"
"He"s a picture girl," declared Cora laughing. "Well, it is a good thing that we girls all wore coats when we went on the rescuing expedition. But say boys, what do you think was the trouble at the wharf? Ben seemed quite excited."
"I didn"t like the looks of the fellow who offered us the boat ride," commented Ed. "And the queer part of it was, how did he know we were on the island?"
"And then his boat leaked and stopped. I"ll bet his game was to make us fear drowning, and then save us at so much more per save.
Like the philosopher and the ferryman, don"t you know?"
"What philosopher?" asked Bess innocently.
"Oh, that old friend of mine who went to sea with his knowledge.
Don"t you remember?"
"I never heard of him," declared Bess falling into the trap.
"Then let me tell you," and Ed slipped his arm within hers as they walked along toward Cora"s camp. "There was once a boatman and at the same time there was a philosopher. The former took the latter to sea, or to cross a small body of water, it doesn"t really matter.
All the way as they sailed the philosopher would say: "Did you ever study astronomy?" The ferryman had not. "Then half your life is gone," said the philosopher. "Did you ever study philosophy? No?
Then another quarter of your life is gone." And so on he went, Belle dear," continued Ed, "until suddenly the boatman interrupted him with: "Say, did you ever study swimming?" And the philosopher admitted that he had not. "Then," said the boatman, "the whole of your life is gone for this boat is sinking!" So you see, Belle, our boatman might have given us that little fairy story and charged accordingly."
"Yes, indeed!" put in Jack. "I think it was the luckiest thing that you girls came along. And Ben! We must give Ben a banquet or something fit."
"Ben is a great friend of mine," declared Cora. "I feel we would all have gone astray but for him. We girls would never have known enough--"
Then she stopped. She had no idea of telling the boys that they had followed Jim Peters with the hope of finding the missing ones whither he would lead them. Bess and Belle also had taken pains not to betray their story to the boys, for, as Cora said, Jim Peters was not a man to quarrel with, and the stolen boat was not a matter to joke about.
"Here comes Nettie!" exclaimed Belle. "I wonder what"s her hurry."
"You"ve got company, miss," the maid said as she came up to the party walking toward the camp. "Miss Hasting and her brother have been waiting all evening."
"Hazel and Paul!" exclaimed Cora, almost running to the bungalow.
"Oh, isn"t that splendid!"
"And us in these!" wailed Walter. "Do you think Hazel will like me in baby blue?"
The boys really did look funny in the girls" long coats, but it all added to the merry-making. Paul Hastings was waiting outside the bungalow. He stood where the porch light fell upon him, and the girls all secretly agreed that he had grown handsomer since they had last seen him. Hazel, too, looked very attractive in her plain blue dress, with its turn-over collar and Windsor tie.
"What a pleasant surprise! We were afraid you would not come for some days Hazel!" said Cora in greeting.
"Oh, Paul had to come up here. Of course he has taken a position."