“Seen anything of Charlie and the others?”
“They've camped on the other side of the bay. But look yonder,” she added.
The junk had come in overnight, and was about a mile and a half from shore.
“The deuce!” exclaimed Wilbur. “What are they after?”
“Fresh water, I guess,” said Moran, knotting the end of a braid. “We'd better have breakfast in a hurry, and turn to on the 'Bertha.' The tide is going out fast.”
While they breakfasted they kept an eye on the schooner, watching her sides and flanks as the water fell slowly away.
“Don't see anything very bad yet,” said Wilbur.
“It's somewhere in her stern,” remarked Moran.
In an hour's time the “Bertha Millner” was high and dry, and they could examine her at their leisure. It was Moran who found the leak.
“Pshaw!” she exclaimed, with a half-laugh, “we can stick that up in half an hour.”