Missing at Marshlands
CHAPTER IV A Girl and a Bracelet
By afternoon the sun was warmer, and the girls, dressed in bathing suits,were lying on the caressing sand of the little beach not far from thehouse. They had spread their beach coats out beneath them and weresprawled in favorable attitudes to acquire the all-important tan. Atintervals one of the girls sat up and coated herself liberally withcocoanut oil. They did not seem to feel exactly like talking, as the sunmade them deliciously lazy. Perhaps they were thinking of their adventureat school when, as told in the first volume of this series, _The OrchardSecret_, many surprising things happened. Or they may have been lettingtheir minds wander to more surprising occurrences, as told in the_Mystery of Jockey Hollow_.
Sim, Arden, and Terry had been chums and schoolmates ever since theyfirst began to acquire knowledge in Vincent Prep, and their friendshipand loyalty continued until the present time, when they were justfinishing their freshman year at Cedar Ridge, the well-known college forgirls at Morrisville. This small city was not very distant fromPentville, where the three lived.
As Sim sat up to apply the oil again, she saw a dark object bobbing upand down far out on the ocean.
"Look, girls," she cried, "does that look like someone to you, or is itjust a log?"
"Where?" Arden asked, squinting at the bright water toward which Simpointed, and then they were left in no doubt, for the bobbing dark spotbegan to swim. With long, sure strokes it came nearer to them, and theycould see the white foam where the thrashing feet churned it up inperfect timing.
"Some swimmer," Sim said admiringly. "Wonderful form. I wonder who itis?"
"We'll soon see," Arden replied, and Terry nodded in agreement.
The figure was making rapid time, and as it neared the beach, waited forjust the right minute and then coasted in on a blue-and-white breaker.
The girls watched while the swimmer crawled a stroke then sprang uprightand shook off water like a happy young animal.
"Why, it's the girl who looked in at the window last night," Terryexclaimed. "She can swim, can't she?"
The girl saw them suddenly and was about to run up the beach and awaywhen she hesitated. Sim saw an old gray sweater on the sand near them. Itobviously belonged to the swimmer, and she would have to come quite nearthem to get it.
Sim smiled at her as she looked at them in an almost frightened way.
"You swim beautifully," Sim remarked to relieve the shy girl. "Did youlearn in the ocean?"
"Yeah," she drawled, stooping for her sweater. "I learned in the ocean."That was all she said.
"Do you live here, at Oceanedge?" Arden asked next.
"Not right here," replied the swimmer. "I live on the other side of thebay with my father, but I come here to swim." After such a long speechshe again seemed ready to run away.
"We live up there," Terry volunteered, indicating the house, the roof ofwhich could be seen above low pines. "We're just here for the summer. Doyou live here all year?"
"Yes, I'm a native," their new friend went on in a rather bitter tone. "Ilive, if you can call it that, with my father. He's a crabber and a worncrab himself. What's that oil for?" Arden was dabbing a bit on a ratherred arm.
"To make us tan; want some?" asked Sim kindly.
The girl gave a little laugh. "My father would tan me if he caught meusing anything like that. He says I'm so homely now, there's no usemaking me worse."
"Oh, but you're a marvelous swimmer. I wish you'd swim with me some day,"said the sympathetic Sim. "What's your name? Mine is Bernice Westover,but everyone calls me Sim," she finished affably.
"Melissa Clayton," the girl answered. "That's a pretty thing." Sheindicated a brilliantly painted wooden bracelet on Sim's arm, the kindsponsored by the large department stores as being just the thing forbeach wear because, perhaps, you couldn't forget you had it on.
"Do you like it? You may have it," Sim replied and slipped it off herarm. "Here, I've got lots of things like these, and you might like tohave this."
"Oh, can I really? I'd love it! I've never had a pretty thing like thisin my whole life. My father thinks such things are no good and only giveme wrong ideas. But I'll take care of it always." Melissa took thebracelet and slipped it on her tanned muscular arm, looking at itpathetically.
She wore an old, dark-blue jersey bathing suit, a little too large forher, and a white canvas belt. She had no bathing cap on, and her wet hairwas beginning to curl a little as it dried in the sun. She looked at thewooden bracelet as though it were as precious as a diamond circlet,turning it around and around to admire it. A slow smile spread over hertanned face.
"Do you go to school here in the winter, Melissa?" Arden asked. This wildcreature who swam like a sea nymph and smiled at a cheap wooden braceletwas something different and "terribly interesting," in Arden's opinion.
"I did go to school, but my father took me out last year when I turnedfourteen; said I'd be getting ideas. So I don't go any more," Melissareplied, her white teeth gleaming and sparkling in her darkened face.
"But what do you do all winter when it's cold and there's no crabbing?"Sim inquired. "We're asking you an awful lot of questions; do you mind?"
"No, I don't mind. I don't very often get a chance to talk to anybody. Panever says a word, hardly," the girl went on.
Arden, Terry, and Sim watched her sympathetically as she stood first onone foot then on the other in a nervous way, smoothing out the sandbeneath her feet. They had never met a girl like her, and pitied her atonce when they learned of her lonely life. But, sorry as they were, theyrealized that there was something about her that was different, a hint ofa mind not as keenly alert as theirs. She was so slow to respond to theiradvances.
"Why did you run away the other night in the storm?" Terry bravely asked."We wanted you to come in."
"I was afraid. I just wanted to look at you all in the nice bright room,but when you saw me----"
"Melissa!" thundered a voice behind them.
They all started and turned. A shabbily dressed man was standing back ofthem on the sand. They had not heard his footsteps. Had he purposelycrept up on Melissa?
"What are you doing there?" he asked roughly.
"Nothing, Pa--I was just swimmin'." Melissa seemed to swerve visibly, andshe looked nervously down at the bracelet Sim had given her.
"What's that you got? Haven't I told you not to take things?"
"I didn't take it, Pa. She gave it to me. I never even asked."
"Give it back, right away, and come along home! You've been foolingaround here long enough. Quick, now!"
Melissa's childish blue eyes pleaded to be allowed to keep the bracelet,but her father, reading her thought, stepped forward and pulled it fromher arm.
"Here, miss--I don't allow Melissa to take things," the gruff mangrowled.
"Oh--but it's nothing," faltered Sim. "Please----"
Clayton ignored her entirely, as he did Arden and Terry. They might nothave been there, for all the attention they were given. Their attempt athelping Melissa went for naught.
Melissa pulled the gray sweater on over her still wet bathing suit and,smiling ruefully, followed her father, who had begun plodding up thebeach. She did not look back but plodded along herself, trying to keep upwith his big steps but, apparently, not intending to walk beside him.
The girls watched the retreating figures. Clayton was talking earnestly,now and then flinging out a hand in gesture and turning to shake his fistat his daughter, watching her closely as he tramped on.
"What a mean man!" Sim exclaimed, fingering the returned bracelet. "Thatpoor child must have a rotten time."
"He certainly was a gruff old fellow," Arden agreed. "But did it strikeyou there was anything strange about that girl?"
"Only that she seemed so awfully scared. Like a kitten or stray dog. AndI imagine she wanted to make friends," Terry replied.
"I hope that man is kind to her. I hate people to be unhappy," Simremarked. "I'd b
etter not begin to pity her, or I won't enjoy myself, andI so want to do that." She smiled appreciatingly at Terry, and then,taking the cork from the bottle of cocoanut oil, coated her pink skinagain before starting for another dip.