The _Adventurer_ was anchored more than a mile from the inner harbour, and between her and Ten Pound Island lay a big, rusty-red salt bark, high out of water, and five fishing schooners.

But these, aside from the disreputable little gill-netter, were all the craft that met their gaze.
"Either," said Steve wearily, "she never came in at all or she's up in the inner harbour.

I'll wager she didn't get out again last night.

We'll go up and mosey around, I guess.

Ossie, how about some coffee ?" "I'll make some, Steve.