This seemed impossible. She saw no way out. He had met the real Ida May Bostwick, and then had deliberately introduced Sheila Macklin as the girl he had been sent for! If the truth were revealed, what explanation could be offered? Had she allowed her mind to dwell upon this phase of the affair she would surely have revealed to those about her, unobservant as they might be, that she had a secret cause for worry. She must drive it into the back of her mind--ignore it utterly. And this she did on this beautiful Sabbath morning. When Tunis came up to the Head to accompany the Balls to church--Aunt Lucretia did not attend service on this day--a very close observer would have seen nothing in the girl's look or manner to suggest that so keen an anxiety had touched her. This should have been Sheila's happy day--and it was. For the first time, the young captain of the _Seamew_ linked his interest with her in a deliberate public appearance. Although she feared in secret the result of that appearance at church with Tunis Latham, it nevertheless thrilled her. He harnessed Queenie after giving that surprised animal such a curry-combing and polishing as she had not suffered in many a day. Sheila rode with Prudence on the rear seat of the carryall. "I'm berthed on the for'ard deck along o' you, Tunis," said the old man, hoisting himself with difficulty into the front seat. "If the afterguard is all ready, I be. Trip the anchor, boy, and set sail!" As they passed down through Portygee Town the denizens of that part of Big Wreck Cove were streaming to their own place of worship. It was a saint's day, and the brown people--both men and women, ringed of ears and garbed in the very gayest colors--gave way with smiles and bows for the jogging old mare and the rumbling carryall. Some of the _Seamew's_ crew were overtaken, and they swept off their hats to Prudence and the supposed Ida May, grinning up at Tunis with more than usual friendliness. "Ah!" exclaimed Eunez Pareta to Johnny Lark, the _Seamew's_ cook. "So you know she of the evil eye, eh?" "What do you mean?" asked Johnny. "That pretty girl who rides behind Captain Latham?" "_Si!_" "She has no evil eye," declared the cook stoutly. "It is told me that she has," said the smiling girl. "And she has put what you call the 'hoodoo' on that schooner. She come down in her from Boston." "What of it?" retorted the cook. "She is a fine lady--and a pretty lady." "So Tunis Latham think--heh?" demanded Eunez fiercely. "And why not?" grinned Johnny. "Bah! Has not all gone wrong with that _Seamew_ ever since she sail in the schooner?" demanded the girl. "An anchor chain breaks; a rope parts; you lost a topmast--yes? How about Tony? Has he not left and will not return aboard the schooner for a price? Do you not find calm where other schooners find fair winds? Ah!" "Pooh!" ejaculated Johnny Lark. "Old woman's talk!"