"You nearly knocked me down in
your haste to find the hut first."
"But," Cora said seriously, "Laurel may not want you boys to find
her. She may not even want me to do so. I am just taking chances.
Suppose you allow Bess and me or Hazel or any two of us to go up to
the hut first? Please do be reasonable, and not silly," Cora
finished in a voice she seldom assumed.
"You may come along as dose as you like, until we are just up to the
hut," Bess consented, with marked good sense, "as the woods are so
thick and black, but when we get to the hut--"
"We can 'hut' it I suppose," snapped Jack. "All right, girls; all I
can say is I hope a couple of Brownies, or a mountain lion pay their
respects to you both for being so daring."
The boat was running beautifully. The cleaning out that Cora gave
the base, and the regulating of the oil cups together with adjusting
the wires, helped to make the mechanism run more smoothly, and she
glided along without "missing," which means, of course that every
explosion was in perfect rhythm to every other explosion. There was
a "hot fat" spark as Cora explained.
"There's a big steamer," remarked Hazel, as a large boat glided
along.
Cora swung so that the red light of the Petrel showed she was going
to the right. The steamer gave two whistles indicating a left
course. Cora answered with one blast which meant right. The
steamer insisted on left and gave one more signal.
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