âMaybe when Ed was drawing the chart he had a sudden inspiration to write a sea chantey or something.â
âWell, he sure didnât get very far,â said Mart. âErato and Euterpe must have left him in the lurch.â
âWho?â asked Trixie, for once falling into Martâs linguistic trap.
âThe two Greek muses who preside over poetry and music,â Mart answered loftily.
âOh, no! Youâre not satisfied with English any more, so now we have to endure Greek!â Trixie moaned.
âHere, Honey, see if you can make out the tune.Youâre our musical authority,â said Jim, picking up the chart and handing it to her.
After studying it for a minute and humming softly to herself, Honey said, âItâs just a simple bar of music, but it doesnât mean a thing to me. There isnât any time indicated, and the notes are all whole notes. Listen.â And she whistled the elusive little tune.
âWell, the main thing is that weâve found the chart,â said Trixie excitedly. âWe were so busy cleaning up this place we never even thought the gazebo might be the building Ed said was in line with the Chain tree.â
âLook, now you can see our porch from here,â added Honey, pointing toward The Moorings.
âYes, and an imaginary line running from the tree through the gazebo would end right where Jim climbed on the railing yesterday,â said Trixie, her voice tense with excitement. âNow all we have to do is follow the chart and find the money!â
âHey, not so fast,â cried Peter who had been studying the chart while the others were talking. âThis isnât going to be as simple as it looks.â
âWhat do you mean?â Trixie asked. âIt looks simple to me with all those landmarks, or rather, sea-marks on it.â
âI know it does,â answered Peter, âbut the funny thing is, it doesnât say where to start sailing. If you takeoff from the dock at The Moorings, which seems the logical place, and follow these directions, you end up somewhere in the vicinity of our own cabbage patch! Somethingâs obviously wrong with that.â
âOh, bother,â cried Trixie. âAre you sure?â
âLetâs all puzzle over it tonight, and maybe by tomorrow it will make some sense,â suggested Diana.
âYou were right yesterday when you said we should wait a while, so Iâll go along with your suggestion again,â Trixie replied warmly.
âMaybe weâll get some leads on our sail,â Peter said. âIt may help us to see what itâs all about when we get out in the boat. I think Iâll make a copy of the chart, and then you can take this one to The Moorings with you.â
âOkay,â agreed Jim, as the Bob-Whites gathered up the tools and headed back to the shed. Peter drew the chart on the back of an old calendar that had been hanging on the wall, and then walked as far as the gate with his friends.
âWhat time do you want to get started, and where shall we meet?â Trixie asked.
âIâll pick you up around tenâthat is, if the Ice-Box cooperates. Sometimes she acts as though she resented my going sailing and refuses to start,â he answered with a chuckle.
âIf you have any trouble, call me up and maybe I can give you a hand,â Brian offered.
âOh, Brian can make any car run, no matter how old it is,â Honey said, looking admiringly at him.
âThe Bob-Whites are full of hidden talents,â Trixie added laughingly, âbut when it comes to sailing, we are complete landlubbers.â
âDonât worry. Iâll give you the Special Kimball Sailing Course tomorrow,â Peter assured them, âand by the time we get home, youâll be old hands!â
Chapter 8
A Sailing Lesson
It was a few minutes before ten when they heard Peterâs car chugging up the driveway, and they all ran
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