Betty rounded the end of the Neck where the lighthouse stood. One of
the lightkeepers was on the gallery just under the lamp chamber and had
been watching them through his glasses. He waved a congratulatory hand
as the _Merry Andrew_ shot along, under the "able seaman's" skillful
guidance.
"I'm goin' to put you ashore in the skiff right there by the store,
Miss Lou," Betty said.
"Shouldn't I get a doctor and send him over to the Point?"
"They've got a telephone there," Betty told her.
"I--I hope they'll take good care of him."
"They ought to," sniffed Betty. "I'll see to it he's all right, Miss
Lou, before I leave him."
"Thank you, Betty," returned the girl, too honest to make any further
attempt to deny her deep interest in the man.
When the sail rattled down and Louise tossed over the anchor, Lawford
roused a bit. "Sorry the trip turned out so rotten bad, Miss
Grayling," he mumbled. "I--I don't feel just right yet."
Louise patted his shoulder. "You poor boy!" she said tenderly. "Don't
mind about me.
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