"Likely," admitted Ed. "He seems to have one now, and it doesn't
appear to please him," for Sid was intently studying a sheet of
paper as he walked along. He turned back and looked up the road.

"Who's he looking for?"' asked Jack.

"Give it up. No, I don't, either. There she is. It's Ida Giles."

Sidney waited for the girl to come up to him. Then he put the sheet
of paper in his pocket, and the two walked along together until they
came abreast of Ed and Jack. Sid nodded, which salutation was
returned by the two fishermen. Ida made a slight motion with her
head, which might or might not have been taken for a bow. Then the
two passed on.

"My, but they're rushing it pretty fast!" commented Jack.

"Oh, Sid owns a nice little car--built for two," spoke Ed. "That
makes it worth while for her."

"Yes, Ida does get in a lot of runs."

Jack turned to look at the girl. She was rather becomingly dressed
in a dark-blue gingham sailor suit. Her red hair seemed fairly to
blaze in the summer sunlight. Her companion slouched along in that
indifferent way common to many youths of neutral
temperaments--nothing much decided about them save their dislike for
hard facts.

Ed and Jack had now reached the beginning of the sidewalk leading