"Where is the captain of this schooner ?" Cabot pointed to his companion.
"Where then is the crew ?" At this both lads laughed, and Cabot replied: "I am the crew." "You don't mean to tell me that you two boys navigated that vessel to this place unaided." "We certainly did, sir, though we have not done much navigating for more than a month now.

But will you please tell us who you are, where you came from, and how you happened to discover us?
Though we are not surprised at being discovered, for we seem to be located on a highway of travel and have visitors nearly every day." "Indeed," replied the stranger; "and yet you are stranded in one of the least known and most inaccessible bays of the coast.

It is rarely visited even by natives, and I doubt if any white man was ever here before your arrival." "Then how did you happen to come ?" asked Cabot.
"I came by special request to find you and offer whatever assistance I may render.

I am the Rev.Ostrander Mellins, Director of a Moravian Mission Station located on the coast some twenty-five miles from this point." "But how did you know of us ?" cried Cabot, in amazement.

"We haven't sent any telegrams nor even written any letters since coming here." "Did not you send a messenger yesterday ?" "No, sir.