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Page 34
"I can't see a single ship," reported Bobby, when, after the four
children had walked to the north end of the island, he adjusted
the glasses and took a long look.
"Let me try," begged Meg.
She stared so long that Twaddles grew impatient for his turn.
"Hurry up, Meg," he urged. "I want to see. Bobby, can't I have 'em
now?"
"Don't bother me," said Meg impatiently. "I see something. Look,
Bobby, isn't that something moving on Kidd's island?"
"Let me look, Meg. Why, it's somebody waving a rag tied on a
pole."
Sure enough, it was. Neither Bobby nor Meg could make out what it
was that held the pole, but it certainly was a pole with a bit of
cloth dipping crazily about from one end of it.
"Isn't that funny?" puzzled Meg, staring at Bobby. "No one lives
on Kidd's Island."
Dot's mind was full of pirates; and no wonder, for the four
children had talked and played pirate games for weeks.
"I'll bet a pirate is there and he wants you to come so he can
kidnap you," said Dot solemnly.
Twaddles was staring through the glasses, his "turn" having come
at last.
"Maybe he's a sick pirate," he ventured.
"Meg," said Bobby suddenly, "I'll bet that's a signal for help; or
if it isn't, some one ought to go to see what it is. It's almost
time for Captain Jenks--let's run down to the wharf and tell him."
It lacked ten minutes of the time the captain's boat was due, and
the four little Blossoms started pell-mell on a run for the wharf.
Meg carried the glasses, remembering even in her hurry that they
had promised to take care of them.
"Captain Jenks! Oh, Captain Jenks!" cried Bobby, hailing the
skipper of The Sarah before it had even begun to turn toward the
shore.
"Oh, Captain Jenks!" quavered Meg.
"Captain Jenks!" squeaked Dot. "Listen, Captain Jenks!"
"What do you suppose--" began Twaddles as The Sarah grated against
the wharf and Captain Jenks surveyed the waving arms brandished
before him.
"House afire?" asked the captain placidly.
"Oh, no!" sputtered Bobby, the words tumbling over each other.
"Nothing like that! But there's somebody on Kidd's Island!"
"There is?" said the captain sharply. "How do you know?"
Meg and Bobby and Dot and Twaddles insisted on all explaining at
once, but somehow the captain succeeded in understanding what they
were trying to tell him.
"Waving a rag, eh?" he said thoughtfully. "Well, I might take a
little run up there, though I wasn't calculating to go so far
north this morning.
"May we go? Please, may we go?" pleaded Bobby.
"Ask your mother--or no, give me the glasses, and I'll have a
squint at this waving rag," answered the captain. "Maybe it won't
be anything you'll want to see."
He took the glasses from Meg and strode off to the Harley shack,
followed by the children, who were now almost beside themselves
with excitement.
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