not?"

"Oh, yes, in a way. But she cannot get up her old enthusiasm. The
least excitement tires her. She is an angel, if ever there was one.
Mrs. Sinclair is coming this morning, so she wrote. She will be
terribly disappointed in Whyn."

Often during the day the captain went to see if the logs he had
gathered during the night were safe. Then before school was out, he
took off all the tacklings, and scattered the logs along the shore, so
that they had the appearance of having drifted there in the night. He
kept a strict watch over them now lest they should get too far from the
shore, and very glad was he when at last the scouts arrived.

They were surprised and delighted to find so many logs near at hand,
and never for a moment did they suspect what the captain had done. It
took them the rest of the afternoon getting the logs into the cove, and
when this was accomplished, they stood upon the shore and gazed proudly
upon their haul, as the captain termed it.

"Ye've done well, lads," he remarked, "fer ye must have nigh onto three
hundred now. But yez should have a boom around them. If a gale
springs up, there'll be trouble."

Acting upon this suggestion, and directed by the captain, the scouts
spent another hour in encircling their logs with a stout boom, which
they made secure to the shore.

"There, that's better," was the captain's comment, when this had been
completed. "Yez'd better hurry home now, fer it's gittin' rather late."