girls especially giving the Thimble their attention. A hundred pair of eyes might have watched them from the island, as far as they knew. But certainly neither Ruth nor Helen saw anything to feed their suspicion.
"What shall we do now?" demanded Tom. "Where do you girls want to go?"
"I don't care," Helen said.
"Seen all you want to of that deserted island, Ruthie?"
"Do you mind running back again, Tom?' Ruth asked. "I haven't any reason for asking it—no good reason, I mean."
"Pshaw! if we waited for a reason for everything we did, some things would never be done," returned Tom, philosophically.
"There isn't a thing there," declared Helen. "But I don't care in the least where you sail us, Tom."
"Only not to Davy Jones' Locker, Tommy," laughed Ruth.
"I'll run out a way, and then come back with the wind and cross in front of the island again," said Tom, and he performed this feat in a very seamanlike manner.
"I declare! there's a landing we didn't see sailing from the other direction," cried Helen. "See it—between those two ledges?"
"A regular dock; but you couldn't land there
