"What do you make of him?"
"I suppose he is like many of his calling, gruff and of few words. But
there is something beyond that which I can't quite make out."
"What do you mean? Do you think that he is untrustworthy?"
"I don't know, Mrs. Livingston. I do know that I dislike him. Isn't
that silly in me?" asked the girl laughingly. "I have no confidence in
him."
"I think you are in error. Mr. McCarthy would not send us a man who
was not trustworthy in every way. He is supposed to be a skillful
skipper, and from my observation I know he will behave himself, so we
don't care what he is beyond that. Shall you go back to the camp with
us, or direct to the cabin?"
"To camp."
The girls sat about the campfire, singing the songs of the Camp Girls
until ten o'clock that evening, after which the Meadow-Brook party
bade good night to their companions and strolled down to the bar,
thence out to the cabin. All were keenly alive to the pleasures that
awaited them on the following day, when they were to have their first
sail in the "Sister Sue."
Harriet made ready for bed with her companions, but she was not
sleepy. She lay on her bough bed near the door, where she remained
wide awake, thinking over the occurrences of the past few days.
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