CHAPTER XVIII

TOM’S IDEA That was a busy afternoon on Pirate Island after the “idlers,” as Helen had named the pleasure party, had left for Nassau. Broken clouds rolled above the horizon to the westward, and toward these fortresses of mist the sun traveled majestically. But it remained “good shooting,” as the camera men called it. As yet the old craft that Ruth and Mr. Hooley expected to buy at Nassau and have towed out to sea to be wrecked and sunk, had not been decided on. They had been careful about making inquiries for a use…