CHAPTER III OVER THE BAR
The Bertha B now lay as motionless as "a painted ship upon a painted ocean." The captain released his hold of the steering-wheel and turned toward Alec, studying his face again.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"I'll be nineteen on my next birthday."
"You are pretty big for your age."
"I'm five feet, ten inches," laughed Alec, "and I don't believe I'm done growing yet."
"No. You'll be a six footer before you're done. Was your father a large man?"
"No, sir. I am already two inches taller than he was."