When they reached the place they learned that it would be easier for them to reach the seacoast and then proceed home than to pass through a less inhabited portion direct to Watertown.
Four days after leaving the Corners, by means of occasional rides from farmers and others, they reached the city of Portland.
“We won’t be long in reaching Watertown now,” said Will, confidently.
“Why not?” inquired Tom.
“Because there must be some ships going that way, and I am acquainted with a good many of the sailors.”
The first place he visited was the wharves of the city. It was just dusk when they came to a dock where a large ship, which Will recognized, was moored.
Tom, less observing than his companion, had not noticed it particularly.
“There seems to be only one ship we know here,” said Will.
“I haven’t seen any.”
“Look yonder, then. That one lying nearest to us runs regularly to Watertown.”