"How fast are we going, Steve ?" "Six." "And how far is Edgartown ?" "About twelve, but we're not going there.

I'm trying to make Vineyard Haven.

It's only about two miles." He glanced puzzledly at the compass and moved the wheel a fraction.

"There's a jetty comes out there and I guess we'd better give it a good wide berth." Collars were pulled up to keep the moisture from creeping down necks, and Perry begged to be allowed to manipulate the fog-horn.

He went at it whole-souledly and Steve had to curb his enthusiasm.