The calm blue water was rippling under the brushing of a light southerly breeze and here and there lay boats anchored or moored.

While the fog had hidden the harbour he had supposed that not more than half a dozen craft were within sight, but now, between mouth and causeway, fully two dozen sailboats and launches dotted the surface.

Over his shoulder was a little hamlet that was doubtless Vineyard Haven.

Facing him was a larger community, and he decided that that would be Oak Bluffs.

Half a mile down the harbour lay the _Adventurer_ and, nearer at hand, the _Follow Me_.