THE _FOLLOW ME_ DISAPPEARS There had been talk of going through the Cape Cod Canal and so obviating the outside journey, but most of the voyagers thought that would be too tame and unexciting.

Besides, a barge had managed to sink herself across the channel near the Buzzard's Bay end a week or so before and no one seemed to know for certain whether she had yet pulled herself out and gone on about her business, and, as Steve pointed out, they'd feel a bit foolish if they got to the canal entrance and had to turn back again.
They had fair weather and light breezes all the way to New Harbour and from there, the next day, around the tip of the Cape to Provincetown.
They dropped anchor off the yacht club landing at Provincetown at four o'clock Friday afternoon and went ashore as soon as the boats were berthed and sought the post-office.

Provincetown had been selected as the first certain port of call and most of the thirteen boys found mail awaiting them.

Only Neil, however, received tidings of importance, and his letter from his parents brought an exclamation of dismay to his lips.
"Anything wrong ?" asked Ossie, sitting beside him on the rail of the hotel porch.
"Rotten," replied Neil disgustedly.

"I've got to go home!" "Go home!" echoed the other.