Soon, along the shore, there began to be visible little groups of boys
sprawling on the grass, waiting. The boat-house porch and the adjacent
float were filled with high school pupils. They made a great racket,
and from all the noise and bustle thereabouts the little island seemed
removed, as if a part of the events and yet not a part.
Presently a little group of girls appeared at the edge of Gilroy's
Field, which was the nearest point on the mainland to Alligator Island.
They seemed to be looking about in a bewildered, inquiring sort of way.
Evidently the advertising was bringing results. It seemed as if they
might have banded together (as girls will) for the cut rate cruise
which they had seen advertised. At all events they seemed to be
strangers. Whoever they were, it spoke well for their adventurous
spirit that they should wish to book passage to an unknown shore, when
there were no others in sight who seemed the least interested in the
voyage.
"Is that Alligator Island?" one of them called.
"It certainly is," Townsend answered. "I'll come over and get you; the
boat is leaving right away."
"Have your fares ready," Pee-wee called in a voice of thunder.
As Townsend approached the mainland there was much whispering and
giggling among the girls. "We came from Edgemere," said one of them;
"we're in the Edgemere High School and we came over on the trolley to
see the Bridgeboro High School beaten. We saw a small boy in the
street with a sign----"
"That was me," shouted Pee-wee; "I saw you on Main Street.
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