They walked along the track which led out of the quarry and down toward some sagging sheds, in which they could see other flat cars.
When the sheds were reached, they turned to the right and saw at a distance a house. Beyond the house was a large square building with many windows. Not far from the car sheds was an old wharf.
"There is the house where the boss must have lived,"
said Merry; "and beyond it is the boarding house for the laborers."
"Let's go look them over," said Bruce, who seemed remarkably energetic for him.
So they walked over to the house. It was securely locked, and the windows were fastened down. Near the house was a well, from which they drew water and took a drink from an old dipper that hung on a rusty nail driven into the curb.
From the house a path led down toward the boarding house. They walked down there and could look down into a beautiful little cove close at hand.
"Why didn't we run in there and anchor, instead of anchoring away round back of the island?" said Bruce.
"Simply because no one mentioned this cove, and I did hear Bold Island harbor mentioned," answered Frank.
In the distance they could see three or four white sails. Far away beyond a group of islands rose a trail of smoke that told some small steamer was passing. A gull was circling over the cove, and a black crow cawed dismally from the top branch of a tall spruce.