Where's this Plum Island he spoke of ?" Steve pointed it out, a seven-mile stretch of sand behind which emptied four or five small rivers.

"Shall we try it ?" he asked.
"Might as well be thorough," Joe replied.

"What do you say, Harry ?" "I say yes.

Seems to me they'd be mighty likely to slide into some such place if only to paint a new name on." "We'll have a look then," agreed Steve.

The _Adventurer_ dipped her way across Squam Bar and Steve swung the wheel.