“Do you remember a little sloop called the Sea-Lark?” asked the stranger.
George and his father exchanged glances.
“Why, yes,” replied Tony. “Belonged to Mr. Farnham?”
“That’s right,” said the man. “What ever became of her? If I could get her she’d be just the sort I want.”
“I don’t think money would hire her,” put in George.
“Well, you see,” explained Tony, “these boys have her. She ran ashore in the Sangus three years ago and they got her afloat a while ago and fixed her up.”
“What?” exclaimed the stranger, sharply. “Where is she now?”
“She’s being used as a ferry-boat, across the harbor.”
“Who owns her?” was the next query.
“Jack Holden. You’ll find him down on Garnett and Sayer’s wharf with her ’most any time.”