He had passed the running end of a lanyard over the tiller-neck, and as they talked they sat side by side and close against each other in the shelter of the cockpit.
"What place is that ?" Joe asked, as they flew by a lighthouse blinking from a rocky headland.
"Goat Island.

They 've got a naval training station for boys over on the other side, and a torpedo-magazine.

There 's jolly good fishing, too--rock-cod.

We 'll pass to the lee of it, and make across, and anchor in the shelter of Angel Island.

There 's a quarantine station there.