Savannah. They made the change easily, for their trunks had been
checked through, and they had little baggage to trouble them. A few
miles farther took them across the State line and into Georgia, which
Ruth said, with a somewhat disappointed air, looked to her very much
the same as Florida.

Now that they were in Georgia they felt that they must be quite near
Savannah, and began to talk of Captain May, and wonder if he would be
at the depot to meet them. Letters had been sent to Uncle Christopher
Bangs, to Edna, and to Captain May, as soon as it was decided that they
should take this journey, and Mr. Elmer had telegraphed to the captain
from Tallahassee that morning, so they felt pretty sure he would know
of their coming.

At a junction with the funny name of "Waycross" their car was attached
to an express train from Jacksonville, on which were numbers of
Northern tourists who had been spending the winter in Florida and were
now on their way home. These people interested the children so much
that they forgot to be tired, though it was now late in the afternoon.
At last, as it was beginning to grow dark, the train rolled into the
depot at Savannah. Taking their bags and holding each other's hands
tight, for fear of being separated in the crowd, the children stepped
out on the platform, where they were at once completely bewildered by
the throng of hurrying people, the confusion, and the noise.

As they stood irresolute, not knowing which way to turn nor what to do,
a cheery voice called out,

"Halloo! here we are. Why, Mark, my hearty, this is indeed a
pleasure--and little Ruth, too! Won't my Edna be delighted!" And
Captain May stooped down and kissed her, right there before all the
people, as though he were her own father.

"Oh, Captain Bill!" said Mark, greatly relieved at seeing the familiar
face, "we are so glad to see you. We were just beginning to feel lost."

"Lost, eh?" laughed the captain; "well, that's a good one. The idea of
a boy who's been through what you have feeling lost--right here among
folks too. But then, to one used to the water, this here dry land is a
mighty bewildering place, that's a fact. Well, come, let's get under
way. I've got a carriage moored alongside the station here, and we'll
clap sail on to it and lay a course for the Wildfire. Steward's got
supper ready by this time, and Sister Emily's impatient to see you.
Checks? Oh yes. Here, driver, take these brasses, and roust out that