"No, I mean the large yacht, off the Point."
"So do I."
"You don't mean to tell me that vessel's called The Starry Flag!"
"Yes, I do; that's her name. My boat is now called The Starry Flag, Jr.," answered Levi, beginning to move off, for he was not disposed to hold any intercourse with such a person as Dock Vincent.
"Hold on a minute, Levi; tell us about her," said Dock. "What is she for?"
"A yacht; but I am in a hurry now."
"Wait a minute. I have some bad news to tell you."
"Bad news?"
"Your uncle had an ugly fall this morning, just after you went off in the boat," added Dock.
"Where did he fall?" asked the young skipper, interested now, and troubled by the information.