"
"Perhaps you are right. I do not know much about the New England
coast," she confessed. "And that--where the spray dashes up so high,
even on this calm morning?"
"Gull Rocks. The danger spot of all danger spots along the outer line
of the Cape. In rough weather all one can see out there is a cauldron
of foam."
Before she could express herself again the purr of a swiftly moving
motor car attracted her attention, and she turned to see a low gray
roadster coming toward them from the north. The Shell Road, before
reaching the shore, swerved northward and ran along the bluffs on which
the bungalows and summer cottages were built. These dwellings faced
the smooth white road, the sea being behind them.
As Louise looked the car slowed down and stopped, the engine still
throbbing. A girl was at the wheel. She was perhaps fifteen, without
a hat and with two plaits of yellow hair lying over her slim shoulders.
"Hey, Ford!" she shouted to the young man, "haven't you been up to
Cap'n Abe's yet? Daddy's down at the dock now and he's in a tearing
hurry.
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