Christobel looked. First at the big headland, then at Adrian, who had made no comment. Pamela went on explaining her plan. "Suppose you make a little tack in towards Ramsworthy and the lighthouse. That will bring us quite near the easiest side of the Beak. Then Hughie can come with me. I’ll land him and he can go up the sloping part into Ramsworthy, over Hawksdown, and into Bell Bay as quick as he likes--how far is it? Only about a mile and a half. _I_’ll row the dinghy along the shore. We’ll just see which of us gets back first, won’t we, Hughie?" "_I_ shall," answered the small person without hesitation. "Depends on the tide," said Pamela, "if it turns pretty quick, I shall." "My young friends, you are both in error," Adrian stretched amazingly as he spoke, "we shall--if the tide turns. You others won’t have a look in." "Well, if you do, you can pick up the moorings and wait for me to fetch you off. And anyway Mother will see you from the windows so she will be comfortable, and everybody will be comfortable," was Pamela’s conclusion of the whole matter, as she got up. Christobel was not satisfied, though she had acted on the suggestion of a tack in the direction of Ramsworthy Cove, to the right of the Beak head--looking at it from the sea. "I don’t like to think of you and Hughie going ashore--all that way--alone," she said. "Crow, you are hatching difficulties," retorted Pamela, "what else can we do? If Addie puts us ashore he’ll have to leave you. Ought you to be left all alone on the yawl? What do you think, Addie?" Adrian cut the Gordian knot by a new division of labour and a very decided opinion. "Mother wouldn’t like you and Hughie to go home--I mean, go ashore, from here--by yourselves. We know she wouldn’t, so it’s no use arguing. I vote Pam stays aboard with Crow while I put Hughie ashore at Ramsworthy Cove. Hughie can cut away home over Hawksdown, and race us, because the tide’s turning already. When I’ve put him out I’ll come back here. That’s all about it, come on, youngster." Pamela was disappointed, but she said nothing. A sailing boat in a calm is deadly dull most certainly, and Pamela objected strongly to dullness and monotony. Her inquiring mind was always seeking new interests, and she loved surprises--she was always trying to surprise herself, in small ways. The idea of rowing Hughie ashore and then going along round the headland to Bell Bay had appealed to her desire for adventure. However--of course Adrian was right, Mrs. Romilly would not have been pleased at such an independent excursion on the part of her younger children. The dinghy started, and the mile of sea between lazily floating _Messenger_ and the shadowy bay beyond the lighthouse point was quickly crossed. Adrian came back as quickly, and, as he sprang aboard and bent to tie up the tow rope, announced that the tide was flowing strongly.