"
"Sure, Betsey. But how is she this mornin'?"
"No better, I'm afraid. She is failing fast. She hasn't been able to
see the scouts for some time, and you know what that means. She just
lies there all day without saying hardly anything. She is so different
from what she was when she first came here."
"But she still takes an interest in what the scouts are doin', does she
not?"
"Oh, yes, in a way. But she cannot get up her old enthusiasm. The
least excitement tires her. She is an angel, if ever there was one.
Mrs. Sinclair is coming this morning, so she wrote. She will be
terribly disappointed in Whyn."
Often during the day the captain went to see if the logs he had
gathered during the night were safe. Then before school was out, he
took off all the tacklings, and scattered the logs along the shore, so
that they had the appearance of having drifted there in the night. He
kept a strict watch over them now lest they should get too far from the
shore, and very glad was he when at last the scouts arrived.
They were surprised and delighted to find so many logs near at hand,
and never for a moment did they suspect what the captain had done. It
took them the rest of the afternoon getting the logs into the cove, and
when this was accomplished, they stood upon the shore and gazed proudly
upon their haul, as the captain termed it.
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