"No," said Bart, gloomily.
"I suppose your pa'll be sendin schooners over this here same ground. 'Tain't no use, though."
"Where shall we go next?"
"Wal, we've ben over the hull bay mostly; but thar's one place, yet, an that we'll go to next."
"What place is that?"
"Scott's Bay.
"My idee is this," continued Captain Corbet: "We'll finish our tower of inspection round the Bay of Fundy at Scott's Bay. Thar won't be nothin more to do; thar won't remain one single settlement but what we've called at, 'cept one or two triflin places of no 'count. So, after Scott's Bay, my idee is to go right straight off to old Minas. Who knows but what he's got on thar somewhar?"
"I don't see much chance of that."
"Why not?"
"Because, if he had drifted into the Straits of Minas, he'd manage to get ashore."