"Perhaps we shall bring some of these friends with us.

It seems useless to continue the investigation now, and I want, besides, to ask some questions at Sea Cove.

The launch is all ready to return to Sandy Hook, and the officer in command says that his orders require him to return there without further delay.

But we will come back to-night." The landlord's face did not give the proposition an eager welcome, though one of his business tenets was never to turn a guest away.
So the launch steamed away to Sandy Hook, leaving Glen Springs and its strange and unsolved puzzle behind.
Frank only partly enjoyed the trip.
But for that seemingly impenetrable mystery, the trip to Sandy Hook, with the visit of inspection which followed, would have been jolly.
However, there was so much to be happy and thankful for, anyway, that the spirits of the party partook largely of the brightness of the day.
The run of the speedy launch up the coast was pleasant, and at Sandy Hook they found their fellow students awaiting them, and were given a right royal welcome by Captain Isaac Heath, the officer in charge of the proving-grounds.
"Say, fellows, this is great!" Danny warbled, as Captain Heath escorted them to where the big guns were.

"I always did like big guns!" "You're such a big gun yourself!" sneered Bink, under his breath.
"Binky, if my brain caliber required no more than a number five hat, as yours does, I'd sing low about big guns!" "Number five hat?
Why----" "This ten-inch breech-loading rifle takes a charge of one hundred and ten pounds of Dupont smokeless powder and a projectile weighing five hundred and seventy-five pounds," Captain Heath was explaining, as they stopped in front of the big seacoast defender.
"Say, they're going to fire it!" Bink gasped.
"Of course, you idiot! Did you think it was going to fire them ?" "Better stand on your tiptoes and stick cotton into your ears," Browning warned, as the big gun was quickly made ready for hurling its terrible projectile.
"Wh-what if the dinged old thing should bub-bub-burst ?" Gamp anxiously asked.
"We should have to "'Ask of the winds, that far around! With fragments strewed the sea!'" was Danny's comforting answer.
Dismal and Rattleton retreated a step or two, as did Elsie Bellwood.