Alvin gave his right name and thanked the man for his information.
“I thought that was about the distance,” said Chester, as he resumed the duty of sentinel. “I can’t recognize any landmark, and couldn’t if there was no fog to play the mischief with our sight.”
Alvin stopped the engine two or three times while approaching the spot, in order to listen for sounds of the other boat. They heard nothing, but had they not waited too long to make the experiment, they would have picked up some exceedingly interesting information.
“Here’s the spot!” called Chester a few minutes later, as he identified the spiderlike landing from which a road led to Beartown.
“Then we have passed the place where the launch lay up last night. We may as well go beyond and be out of the way of folks.”
A hundred yards north of the wharf, too far to see it when they looked back, the Water Witch came gently to rest, the waiting Chester sprang ashore with a line in hand and made fast.