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CRAB FISHING
27
"Sea Mew" in his hand! And here came the
merchant who owned the sail-boat.
Eric took to his heels and sped like an arrow
across the beach and up to the forest.
Johnny-Blossom sprang after him, throwing the
boat-hook on the wharf as he went. He never thought
of his clothes until he was in the woods.
My! how he ran! He was in such a fright
that he did not once glance back. My, oh, my!
Here he was running along in his bare skin;
while his clothes, wet as wet could be, were
lying down there among all those elegant ladies!
And home was a good way off; first through
the forest, then along the stone wall, and all
across the Karine place, where everybody could
see him. How disgusting! Where Eric was, or
even which way he had gone in the woods,
Johnny had no idea.
From the wharf below came the sound of
laughter. How those ladies were laughing and
shouting! He could not see them because of
the trees, but the talk and laughter was
incessant.
He threw himself down behind a wild
rosebush. They would probably sail away soon and
then he could go down after his clothes. Pretty
lucky to have got away from that cross mer-
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