"Back to Larchmont!" he commanded.
He was still standing on the bridge as they entered the harbor. By the time they were well inside, darkness had fallen.
"Are we to anchor, sir?" inquired the sailing master.
"I don't know," said Bill shortly. "Take a turn up where we were moored a while ago."
But before they had proceeded very far up the harbor he realized the futility of it. No sane persons would be swimming about after dark looking for a yacht whose return was purely conjectural.
"Head her outside again," ordered Bill.
The sailing master shrugged, gave a command, and the Sunshine began swinging in a circle.
"After we get outside, sir, which way?"
"I don't know. I haven't decided. I'll tell you later. Damn it, don't ask so many questions."