“All right. That will be so much the better for us. It would be a pity to lose the schooner so soon.”
“O, she won’t be lost.”
“Yes, she will. What’ll prevent her? She’ll be carried ashore on some rocks and broken to pieces, or she’ll drift out into the Bay of Fundy.”
“O, she has other chances in her favor. She may drift on some mud-flat like this, or she may be picked up on the basin, or, if she does get out into the Bay of Fundy, she may get picked up there.”
“That may be; but, after all, it’ll be hard on Corbet; and he’s rather poor.”
“It’ll serve him right,” exclaimed Tom Crawford. “He must have known that his anchor was broken.”
“Well, it certainly does serve him right, if he knew that; but he’s a careless fellow, and I dare say he didn’t know anything about it.”
“I wonder where this coast goes?” asked Phil Kennedy.
“Well, it goes in two directions,” said Bart. “Which way do you mean?”
“The right.”