“Did you really mean that you wished fish for breakfast, Tommy?” she asked.

Grace regarded her with a frowning squint.

“I didn’t want any fithh for breakfatht.  It wath the fithh that wanted me for their breakfatht.”

“And there are sharks off this coast, too!” gasped one of the girls.

“Were you in the water for long?” asked Miss Elting.

“It seemed like a long time, it seemed like hours and hours,” admitted Harriet, accompanying the words with a bright smile that the keen-eyed Chief Guardian saw was forced.

“For hours!” cried the girls in chorus.

“If you feel able, please tell us about it,” urged Hazel.

Mrs. Livingston shook her head.

“Both girls are going to bed immediately.  Please fix up two cots for them in my tent.  No, no,” she added in answer to Harriet’s protests, “it is my order.  You are to turn in and sleep until supper time, if you wish; by that time we shall have the camp put to rights and you may talk to your hearts’ content.”

The Chief Guardian led the two girls to her tent, assisting them to remove their damp clothing, putting them in warm flannel night gowns and tucking them in their cots.  Harriet insisted that she did not wish to be “babied,” but, the guardian was firm.  After tucking them in Mrs. Livingston sat down on the edge of Tommy’s cot and began asking her questions, all of which Tommy answered volubly, Harriet now and then offering objections to her companion’s praise.  In a few moments the Chief Guardian was in possession of the whole story of the night’s experiences.

“You are the same brave Harriet that we came to know so well at our camp in the Pocono Woods,” said Mrs. Livingston.  “There are not many like you; but we shall speak of your achievements later.  Now I will draw the flap, and I do not wish to see it opened until sundown.  I know that I may depend upon you to obey orders.”

Harriet nodded.  “There is something I should like to ask.  Did you see anything of a sail boat in the bay this morning?”

“No.  Why?”

“I saw one come in last night before the blow.  It anchored in the cove.  They had put out their lights before coming in, which made me wonder.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, I know.  I wondered if they had been blown ashore?”

“We should have known of it if such had been the case.  But I can’t understand what a boat could be doing in here.  This is a remote place where people seldom come.  That was why I chose it for our summer camping place.  I will ask the girls if they saw anything of the boat you mention, but it is doubtful.”

“Another thing.  Oh, I’m not going to keep you here talking with me all day.”

“No; I want to go to thleep,” interjected Grace.

“I saw a cabin down on that long point of land just this side of the bay.  What is it?”

“A fisherman’s cabin.  It is not occupied, nor has it been in a very long time.”