But
Harriet, who had been excused before the others had finished, hurried
out to take an observation. She was back almost at once.
"Their rowboat is coming ashore," she cried, pointing toward the bay.
Instantly every girl in the cook tent, without the formality of asking
to be excused, pushed back her chair and dashed out. Mrs. Livingston
so far overlooked their breach of etiquette as to rush out with the
rest of them.
"Come on, darlin's. They've come ashore for us at last. First there,
first to go out. Go!"
It was a race for the landing place, with Harriet and Jane running
side by side, Tommy Thompson following and gradually lessening the
distance between them in a series of flying leaps. Tommy could run
like a frightened fawn. Harriet heard her coming and increased her
speed. Tommy gained no more on Harriet, though she arrived at their
objective point by the side of Crazy Jane McCarthy.
"Ready to go out," announced the man. "But I can't take more than five
at a time. Who goes first?"
Harriet halted sharply at sound of his voice, and gazed at the man
perplexedly. His voice was strangely familiar, but, try as she would,
she could not think where she had seen him.
CHAPTER XVIII
FIREWORKS FROM THE MASTHEAD
"Wait for Mrs.
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