“No, in the river.”
“There’s the water!” laughed Clay. “That looks familiar.”
“And the ships?”
There was a moon nearly at the full, and a soft light lay over the river and the sleeping city beyond. Clay arose and looked over the scene and then thoughtfully seated himself again. Case regarded him expectantly, but waited for him to speak.
“I know what you mean,” Clay said. “What about it?”
“That’s what I don’t know.”
“When did you first see it?”
“Of course you mean that smoky little steamer with yellow and green on her stack? That is what I am referring to.”
“Yes,” Clay answered. “That is the only familiar thing in sight, so far as I can see.”
“You remember where you saw her last?”