I think my
sight's failing me. Look closely. Did you ever see him before?"
"I think I have, but am not quite sure."
"Why, he looks to me like my jovial and venerable father-in-law,
Captain Kempt, of Bar Harbor. Perfectly absurd, of course: it can't
be."
"He does resemble the Captain, but I only saw him once or twice."
"Hooray, Captain Kempt, how are you?" shouted Jack across the waters.
The Captain raised his right hand and waved it, but made no attempt to
cover the distance with his voice. Jack ran pell-mell down the steps,
and Drummond followed in more leisurely fashion. The boat swung round
to the landing, and Captain Kempt cried cordially:
"Hello, Prince, how are you? And that's Lieutenant Drummond, isn't it?
Last time I had the pleasure of seeing you, Drummond, was that night
of the ball."
"Yes," said Drummond. "I was very glad to see you then, but a hundred
times happier to see you to-day."
"I was just cruising round these waters in my yacht, and I thought I'd
take a look at this rock you tried to obliterate. I don't see any
perceptible damage done, but what can you expect from British
marksmanship?"
"I struck the rock on the other side, Captain. I think your remark is
unkind, especially as I've just been praising the watermanship of your
men."
"Now, are you boys tired of this summer resort?" asked Captain Kempt.
"Is your baggage checked, and are you ready to go? Most seaside places
are deserted this time of year.
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