"Not many. There's only one as good, and that's much larger. She's the Tartar—and she's a beauty!"
"For charter?"
"Well, maybe. The same man owns her as owns this one, but only large parties engage her."
"Fast and seaworthy?"
"None better."
"That's good," Jack said.
"What are you thinking of?" asked his sister.
"Tell you later," he announced briefly.
"Oh, if it wasn't for the terrible news, how lovely this trip would be!" exclaimed Bess.
They were gliding over the deep, blue waters of the bay, and the golden setting sun now shone aslant the harbor, pouring its beams over the tops of the distant mountains, and through the palm branches. A promise of fair weather followed on the wings of the storm.