From the masthead then they saw a dory—bottom up.
"A yellow dory?" Shorty and I asked.
The lookout scanned the water. "A yellow dory, yes."
The skipper put off for the yellow dory, and when he towed it back, there was the name:
HENRIETTE
on her bow planks.
"That's her other dory, all right," said Shorty. "But they still have the vessel under them." Nobody said anything to that.
Next we picked up a hatch-cover. And the hatch-cover, when we got it aboard, had a star carved on it.
"Yes, the main hatch-cover o' the Henriette had a star carved on it," said Shorty. "But there's plenty o' chances for her yet."
What looked like a watermelon came drifting up.