Jack made a wry face at Laurel, indicating that they would
have to watch Paul and the pretty new nurse. Then he took the chair
nearest Mr. Starr. The can of "red paint" had been safely hidden in
a locker of the Petrel.
"Your friend has been telling me the wonders of his fast boat,"
began Mr. Starr to Jack, speaking of Paul.
"Yes. This is the young man who is employed by Brendon Breslin,"
Jack replied.
"Employed by Brendon Breslin!" exclaimed Mr. Starr. "Is Mr. Breslin
around here?"
"Gone to the city to-day," replied Paul, "but I take him home every
night in the Peter Pan. That's what he wants the best boat on the
lake for."
"He always believed me, and never wanted me to go away," Mr. Starr
said. "And now if I could see him--"
"I don't see why you cannot," put in Jack. "He often rides by here,
doesn't he Paul?"
"He thinks this the prettiest end of the lake," Paul replied. "But
if you ever knew him and he was your friend I am sure he would be
only too glad to make a special trip to see you, for he boasts he
never forgets an old friend," Paul said.
"That's him--that's Brendon," exclaimed Mr. Starr, moving uneasily
in his chair. "I feel I must be dreaming."
There was a general pause--for realization. Everyone felt indeed it
was like a dream, and almost beyond human power to grasp. Mr. Starr
swept his hand over his forehead.
"Laurel," he called, "I wonder if I couldn't take a ride in the
Peter Pan.
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