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left the hut. None of the visitors dared to speak to him, so black had his face grown at the recollections called up by Peggy's unlucky remark. After an absence of some moments he came back. He carried a string of cleaned fish in one hand and a tin measure of potatoes in the other. In the interval that had elapsed he seemed to have recovered his equanimity. "Well, here's dinner," he announced in a cheery voice, "it ain't much to boast of, but hunger's the best sauce." Sitting on an upturned box he started to peel potatoes, and presently put them on the fire in a rough iron pot. When they were almost done, a fact which he ascertained by prodding them with a clean sliver of wood, he set the fish in a frying pan or "spider," and the appetizing aroma of the meal presently filled the lowly hut. On a table formed of big planks, once the hull of some wrecked schooner, laid on rough trestles, they ate, what Peggy afterward declared, was one of the most enjoyable dinners of her life. Their host had at one time of his life been a sailor it would seem. At any rate, he had a fund of anecdote of the sea and its perils that held them enthralled. Every now and again, through the open door, Peggy cast a glance outside. But the fog still hung thick. Suddenly, in the midst of their meal, footsteps sounded and voices came to their ears. "Hullo, more visitors!" exclaimed the man of the island starting to his feet, "this is a day of events with a vengeance. Who can be coming now?" The footsteps had drawn close now and a voice could be heard saying: "What a rickety, tumble-down old place. I wonder what kind of savage lives here." "Fanning Harding!" gasped Peggy, as another voice struck in. A voice she instantly knew as Regina Mortlake's. [Illustration: The next minute the man of the island ushered in his two new guests.] "Oh, what a dreadful place. Why won't this miserable fog lift. I'll be dead before we get back to the hotel." The man of the island had hastened hospitably out to welcome the newcomers. Peggy, Jess and Jimsy exchanged glances. The prospect of spending the afternoon marooned on an island with Fanning Harding and Regina Mortlake, was not alluring. But there was no escape. The next minute the man of the island ushered in his two new guests. "What, you here?" said Fanning in an ungracious tone, while Regina Mortlake, more skilled at disguising her feelings, exclaimed: "Oh, how perfectly wonderfu
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