Then Pee-wee followed, hurrying, for there was
nothing to hold her now.
They clambered up on the cabin, Roy waving the naval flag, and Pee-wee
the name pennant, while Tom cast the anchor, for already the _Good Turn_
was drifting.
"Good-bye!" they cried.
"Good-bye!" she called back, waving her handkerchief as the auto
started, "and good luck to you!"
"We'll try to do a good turn some day to make up," shouted Pee-wee.
CHAPTER IX
THE MYSTERY
"What I don't understand," said Tom, in his dull way, "is how if that
fellow was drowned or killed that night, he managed to get back to this
boat again--that's what gets me."
"What?" said Roy.
"What are you talking about?" chimed in Pee-wee.
They were sitting in the little cabin of the _Good Turn_ eating rice
cakes, about an hour after the launching. The boat rocked gently at its
moorings, the stars glittered in the wide expanse of water, the tiny
lights in the neighboring village kept them cheery company as they
chatted there in the lonesome night with the hills frowning down upon
them. It was very quiet and this, no less than the joyous sense of
possession of this cosy home, kept them up, notwithstanding their
strenuous two days of labor.
"Just what I said," said Tom. "See that board you fixed the oil stove
on? I believe that was part of that skiff. You can see the letters
N-Y-M-P-H even under the paint. That strip was in the boat all the time.
How did it get here? That's what _I'd_ like to know.
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