Henry Burns said this most sympathizingly; but there was a twinkle in the corners of his eyes.
Come on, Henry, cried Harvey, you are missing the greatest chowder you ever saw.
Looks as though I might miss a good deal of it, by the way you are stowing it aboard, replied Henry Burns, reëntering the tent and observing the manner in which Harvey was attacking his dish, while Tom and Bob looked on admiringly.
Never mind, Henry, said Bob. Theres enough. And, besides, Harvey is a delicate little chap. He needs nourishing food and plenty of it.
Harvey squared his broad shoulders and smiled.
Im beginning to get good-natured once more, he said.
The campers quarters were certainly comfortable enough to make most any one feel good-natured. The tent was roomy; the stove warmed it gratefully against the night air, which still had some chill in it; the warm supper tasted good after the long, hard days sailing; and Tom and Bob were genial hosts.
Outside, the waves, fallen from their boisterousness of the afternoon to gentle murmurings, were rippling in with a pleasing sound against the point of land whereon the camp stood. The breeze was soft, though lacking the mildness of the later summer, and the night was clear and starlit.
It had passed the half-hour after ten oclock when the boys had finished eating. They arose and went out in front of the tent.
It is all dark over yonder at the Warren cottage, said Tom. What do you think had we better go over? The fellows are surely asleep.
Yes, indeed, said Henry Burns. Why, they would never forgive me if I didnt go over the first night I arrived here. We can just go over and leave our cards at the front door. Of course we dont have to wake them up if they are asleep.
Oh, of course not, exclaimed Harvey. But just wait a moment, and Ill go out aboard and bring in that fog-horn and that dinner-bell.
Well get them in the canoe, Jack, said Bob. He and Harvey departed, and returned shortly, bringing with them a fog-horn that was not by any means a toy affair, but for serious use, to give warning in the fog to oncoming steamers; likewise, a gigantic dinner-bell, used for the same purpose aboard the Viking .
We havent anything in camp fit to make much of a noise with, said Tom, almost apologetically. We keep our tent anchored in a fog, you know.
Who said anything about making a noise? inquired Henry Burns, innocently; and then added, Never mind, theres stuff enough up at the cottage.
They proceeded without more delay up through the little clump of spruce-trees which shaded the camp on the side toward the village, and struck into the road that led through the
sleeping town. Sleepy by day, even, the little village of Southport, which numbered only about a score of houses, clustered about the harbour, was seized with still greater drowsiness early of nights. Its inhabitants, early to rise, were likewise early to bed; and the place, before the summer visitors arrived, was wont to fall sound asleep by nine oclock.
It was very still, therefore, as the boys went on up the main street. Presently they turned off on a road to the right that led along the shore of the cove, and back of which was a line of summer cottages, now for the most part unopened for the season.
Theres Captain Sams, remarked Henry Burns, as they passed a little frame cottage just before they had come to the turn of the road. Id like to give him one salute for old times sake. Hes the jolliest man in Southport.
He is not at home, said Tom. We asked about him to-day, when we got in. He started up the bay this afternoon. Queer you did not see him out there somewhere.
Why, we saw one or two boats off in the distance at the time of the collision, said Harvey; but we were pretty much occupied just about that time, eh, Henry? I didnt notice what boats they were.
They were approaching the Warren cottage by this time, and their conversation ceased. The cottage was the last in the row that skirted the cove, somewhat apart from all the others, occupying a piece of high ground that overlooked the cove and the bay, and affording a view away beyond to the off-lying islands. This view was obtained through a thin grove of spruces, with which the island abounded, and which made a picturesque foreground.
The cottage itself was roomy and comfortable, with a broad piazza extending around the front and one side. Upon this piazza the boys now stepped, quietly so as not to disturb the sleepers, Henry Burns put in.
Well, Henry, whats up? You are master of ceremonies, you know, said Tom.
Why, we want to wake them very gently at first, replied Henry Burns. You know it is not good for any one to be frightened out of his sleep. They might not grow any more; and it might take away young Joes appetite No, it would take more than that to do it, he added.
They stepped around cautiously to the front door. As they had surmised, the peacefulness of Southport made locks and keys a matter more of form than usage, and the Warren boys had not turned the key in the lock. They entered softly.