Ford pointed to where a large sloop had just passed beyond a point of land just ahead.
“I didn’t see much of her,” I replied.
“She looked to me like the Catch Me.”
“The Catch Me!”
“Exactly. I might have been mistaken.”
“Who can be on board?”
“We’ll see when we round the point. Hold up. Now let her go. The wind is getting fresh and no mistake. There is the boat. What do you think of her?”
I gave a long and searching look.
“It is the Catch Me beyond a doubt,” I cried. “Who can it possibly be that is sailing her?”