"One is, to haul a lot of cast-iron boilers along the dunes," I said. "If these birds come when the carcass floats in, and if they seem disposed to trouble us, we could crawl into the boilers and be safe."
"Why, that is really brilliant!" cried Daisy.
"Be quiet, my child! Dick, the plan is sound and sensible and perfectly practical. McPeek and Frisby shall go for a dozen loads of boilers to-morrow."
"It will spoil the beauty of the landscape," said Daisy, with a taunting nod to me.
"And Frisby will probably attempt to cover them with bill-posters," I added, laughing.
"That," said Daisy, "I shall prevent, even at the cost of my life." And she stood up, looking very determined.
"Children, children," protested the professor, "go to bed—you bother me."
Then I turned deliberately to Miss Holroyd.
"Good-night, Daisy," I said.
"Good-night, Dick," she said, very gently.
V.
The week passed quickly for me, leaving but few definite impressions. As I look back to it now I can see the long stretch of beach burning in the fierce sunlight, the endless
