CHAPTER XIII.
AT HOME IN MY NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE.
TOUCHTONE woke as the clock struck nine. The farm-house was as silent as ever. He dressed himself hurriedly and made an observation outside. The garden lay peaceful in the morning sunshine. Towzer and the large white cat that had suddenly appeared, and was on the easiest of social terms with Towzer, came about his legs on the door-sill. Sails in plenty shone in the blue sea distance, but no craft was heading for the island. He discovered a group of white dots and dashes stretching along at one remote point of the shore.
"Chantico, for sure!" he thought. "We must start for there to-morrow, at the latest. It wont do to put it off an hour longer than is necessary." Then came into his mind their weary indifference to the position of the boat. It gave him a disagreeable start. If they had only been somewhat less exhausted and impatient! But he would go down to the cove and get a
