"Sorry!" he
murmured. "I doubt if I should allow these moods to bother you. But
you told me it might do me good to talk."
"Not all the time!" said Desire a trifle tartly.
He looked surprised. "But--" he began.
"Oh, I'm so hungry!" said Desire. "Do let's hurry."
She hastened ahead down the slope towards the camp. The tents lay in
the shadow now but, as they neared them, a flickering light shot up
as if in welcome. Desire paused.
"Someone lighting a fire!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Who can it
be?"
Against the glow of the new-lit blaze a tall figure lifted itself
and a clear whistle cut the silence of the Bay.
Spence's graceful melancholy dropped from him like a forgotten
cloak.
"Bones!" he gasped in an agitated whisper. "Oh, my prophetic soul,
my doctor!"
Another figure rose against the glow--a wider figure who called
shrilly through a cupped hand.
"Ben--is!"
"My Aunt!" said the professor.
He sat down suddenly behind a boulder.
CHAPTER XV
To understand Aunt Caroline's arrival at Friendly Bay we should have
to understand Aunt Caroline, and that, as Euclid says, is absurd.
Therefore we shall have to take the arrival for granted. The only
light which she herself ever shed upon the matter was a statement
that she "had a feeling." And feelings, to Aunt Caroline, were the
only reliable things in a strictly unreliable world. To follow a
feeling across a continent was a trifle to a determined character
such as hers.
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