the purple reefs we seemed to avoid so narrowly--when Seth lifted his
voice in a shout, and then, with a word of warning, paid out sheet,
brought the boat's nose round and ran her in towards a silver-white
beach on our left. As we downed sail, I saw a girl on the bank above
the beach, leaning on a hoe and gazing at us over a low hedge of
veronica.

Seth hailed her again, and she came running to the waterside. There she
stood and eyed us shyly: a dark-haired girl, bare-headed, and with the
dust of the potato-patch on her shoes and ankles.

"Any message for Reub Hicks, my dear? We'm bound over to Off Island."

She hesitated, looking from Seth to us; and while she hesitated a flush
mounted to her tanned face and deepened there.

"Come," Old Seth coaxed her, "you needn' be afeard to trust us with your
little secrets."

She seemed, at all events, to have made up her mind to trust us.
From the pocket of her skirt she drew a tattered, paper-covered book,
opened it, and was about to tear out a couple of pages, but paused.

"I'd like to send it," said she; but still paused, and at length passed
the open book to Seth.

"I see." He nodded. "Seems a pity--don't it?--to tear up good printed
stuff. Tell 'ee what," he suggested: "you leave me take the book over
as 'tis, and this evenin', if you'll be waitin' here, I'll bring it back
safe."