The storm now let up a bit, and Ralph was able to take a good look at the fellow beside him. He was a tall, strong-looking chap, with sharp black eyes, and a heavy head of dark hair. He wore a long mustache, and there was a slight scar directly in the center of his forehead.
"What's your name, youngster?" he asked, presently, as Ralph let out the mainsail.
"Mine is Dock Brady. I am a surveyor from Utica. Do you follow this sort of thing for a living?"
"No, sir."
"Just out for pleasure, eh?"
"Hardly that; I am returning the boat to Westville for a friend."
"Oh, I see." Dock Brady mused for a moment. "Westville is quite a place, I believe," he went on.
"Not so very large, sir."
"Larger than Silver Cove, though?"