They watched her.
“Queer!” Skipper Bill muttered, at last.
“What’s queer?” asked Archie.
“She should be turnin’ in,” the skipper replied. “What’s Cap’n Hand thinkin’ about?”
“Wisht she’d ’urry up,” said Bagg.
The boys were bewildered. The steamer should by this time have had her nose turned towards Hook-and-Line. To round Grief Head she was keeping amazingly far out to sea. 280
“Wonderful queer!” said the anxious skipper.
The Grand Lake steamed past Hook-and-Line and disappeared in the mist. Evidently she was in haste. Presently there was not so much as a trail of smoke to be descried at sea.