ose in these waters, wondering too whether they dared light a candle and heat water for tea, something moved in the

t cities, were to be found living on this wreck off the primeval shores of Isle Royale. You will find the answer in

mple of perpetual motion. At this moment she was recovering from an attack of hay fever and asthma.

s Jeanne expressed it. So when, one midsummer day, Jeanne found her friend sitting up in bed panting for breath, and was told that only a summer on Isl

sle Royale. But what trio of happy, energetic, adventure-loving girls would choose a hotel rather t

ter over their tea, was that some unforeseen ev

physical director and a gymnast, tipping the scale at one hundred and sixty pounds, she could swim a mile, row a boat through ti

d said. "All us fisher folks are simple and honest. And you're not allowed to shoot animals on the

aken it down to handle it lovingly. Once, on seeing a bit of wood bobbing in the water, she had taken aim and fired. T

the boat at night. And what would one dive for?" she asked herself. "Three o

eap that here was a mystery a

a ship hide some rich tr

but it bobbed up like a cork i

med, springing up. "I wonder if those

er feet. Youngest of the trio, she was un

ed. "No ghost costumes thoug

dows stole out upon the slant

ce's stout arm. "How spooky

housands upon thousands! The ship's more than forty years old. Thousands of those

talk like that!" dar

black schooner?"

," Jeanne said after sc

orence murmure

words were spoken. It was a time for thought, not for speech. Here they were, three girls alone on the d

elp it!" Floren

. The Tobin's Harbor settlement is five miles away. Blake's Point with it

we will row over to Duncan's Bay. Perhaps we sh

that lay before her. The golden moon, dark waters, a shore line that was like a ghostly shadow, the

slender arms a squeeze. "Come, we m