The mate continued to
drink, and half an hour later he fell asleep, sitting on the bench,
and with his head on the table.
"The beast!" said Dora, as she peeped out at him. "Well, there is
one satisfaction," she continued: "he cannot harm us while he is
asleep."
"You girls better have your own dinner," called out Baxter. "I aint
going to eat you up."
"We will get our dinner when we please," said Nellie, as she came
out. "We are not afraid of you, Dan Baxter."
No more was said for a long time. The girls ate what little they
wished and washed up the dishes. The rain still continued to fall in
torrents, but the thunder and' lightning drifted away to the eastward.
Dora was the most anxious of the trio, and at every opportunity she
tried to look through the driving rain toward the wreck.
"I'd give almost anything to know if Dick is safe," she murmured.
"Don't be discouraged, Dora," said Grace. "Perhaps he will return as
soon as the storm is over."
The girls were huddled close to a window, looking out into the rain,
when Dan Baxter threw aside the pipe he had been smoking and approached
them.
"See here, girls," he said, "why can't we be friends? What is the
use of being enemies in such a place as this?"
"Dan Baxter, we want you to keep your distance," said Nellie coldly.
"And if you do not, it will be the worse for you when the others come
back," put in Grace.
"Humph! I reckon you think it is fine to ride such a high horse,"
sneered the bully.
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