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Page 54
"I am taking you to where I am going to land you, all right," the
sailor replied gruffly. "You have got to learn that you can't come
foolin' in my business without getting yourselves into trouble. I'm
goin' to learn you."
"You had better do as we ask you to do or you may regret it," put in
Phyllis.
The sailor appeared not to have heard her threat.
"Don't speak to him, Phil. He isn't worth wasting words over."
The sailboat was evidently making for the land. The long line of a
pier was faintly visible. A few lights shone along a strange shore.
It was plain that Captain Mike meant to land at this pier. The girls
did not know why he meant to take them there, but they were too proud
to ask him his reason.
Mike drew his boat close along the flight of steps that led to the top
of the pier.
"Jump off, quick!" he called sharply.
It was night. Neither Madge nor Phyllis had the faintest idea of the
hour. Neither one of them knew in what place they were being cast
ashore, nor had they a cent of money between them. But anything was
better than to remain longer on the sailboat.
With a defiant glance at the scowling man Madge climbed out on the
steps of the pier. She gave her hand to Phyllis, who leaped after her.
Captain Mike watched them walk up the steps to the top of the pier.
Then, turning his boat about, he sailed away, leaving the two girls to
the darkness of an unknown shore.
CHAPTER XIX
FINDING A WAY TO HELP MOLLIE
Girls do not keep silent long, no matter how grave the situation. The
two castaways were no exception.
Madge shook her clenched fist after the retreating mast of the sail
boat. "You horrid, horrid old man!" she cried. "We won't give up
trying to save poor Mollie, no matter what you do to us. Come on,
Phil," she said, taking Phyllis by the hand, "let us go up to the shore
and ask some one where we are. I suppose nobody will believe our
story, because it seems so improbable, but perhaps some kind soul will
give us a drink of water, even if we do look perfectly disreputable."
Phyllis giggled softly in spite of their plight. Madge had lost her
hat. Her curls had long since come loose from the knot in which she
wore them, and her gown was sadly wrinkled.
Madge was in no mood for laughter. "You needn't make fun of me,
Phyllis Alden," she said reproachfully. "You are just as tattered and
torn as I. We do look like a couple of beggars. Your hair is not
down, but your collar is crumpled and your dress is almost as soiled as
mine."
"I look much worse than you do, Madge, I am sure of it," conceded Phil
cheerfully. "You see, I am not pretty to begin with." To this speech
Madge would not deign to reply. Phyllis laughed good-humoredly.
"Loyal little Madge, you won't acknowledge my lack of fatal beauty."
Then in a graver tone she added, "What do you think we had better do,
Madge?"
"Find out where we are and how far away the 'Merry Maid' is," returned
Madge decisively. "We must reach there to-night, Phil. Miss Jenny Ann
and the girls will believe something dreadful has happened to us."
The chums had walked to the end of the pier. Between them and the
nearest house lay a stretch of treacherous marsh. They paused
irresolutely, staring at the marsh with anxious eyes. "I am afraid we
shall get lost in the marsh if we try to find our way through it on a
dark night like this," faltered Phyllis.
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