They took
a powerful fast ship. Makes it in less 'n six days, they say. Let's see.
They sailed day before yesterday. They must be out sight o' land by this
time."
"Yes, unless they're passin' some islands," agreed Blootch.
"Thunderation! What air you talkin' about?" said Anderson scornfully.
"Cuby an' Porty Rico's been passed long ago. Them islands ain't far from
Boston. Don't you remember how skeered the Boston people were durin' the
war with Spain? Feared the Spanish shells might go a little high an'
smash up the town? Islands nothin'! They've got away out into deep
water by this time, boys. 'y Gosh, I'm anxious about Rosalie. S'posin'
that derned boat struck a rock er upset er somethin'! They never could
swim ashore."
"Oh, there's no danger, Anderson," said Mr. Lamson. "Those boats are
perfectly safe. I suppose they're going to telegraph you when they
land."
"No, they're goin' to cable, Wick says. Doggone, I'm glad it's all
settled. You don't know how hard I've worked all these years to find out
who her parents was. Course I knowed they were foreigners all the time,
but Rosalie never had no brogue, so you c'n see how I was threw off the
track. She talked jest as good American as we do. I was mighty glad when
I finally run Miss Banks to earth." The crowd was in no position to
argue the point with him. "That Miss Banks is a fine girl, boys.
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