“Don’t think so,” answered Nelson. “We’ll probably try for Boston.”
“I see! Much obliged! Goodnight!”
“Good night,” called Nelson, “and good luck!”
The other nodded and laid aside his megaphone. Then the Vagabond went ahead. It was too dark to read the name of the other boat, although Dan said he thought she was the Sizz.
“Did you mean that, about going to Boston?” asked Bob.
“Yes,” answered Nelson. “We might as well, because we’ll be nearer Boston than Marblehead by this time.”
“How far have we come?” asked Dan.
“About”—Nelson looked at his watch and whistled softly—“about fourteen miles, I think. And if we’re going back, we’d better be doing it. Our best port would be Hull, but I don’t like to look for it after dark. Come to think of it, I don’t know that I want to fuss around Boston Harbor at this time of night. Maybe, after all, we’d better put back to Marblehead or Lynn. Where’s that chart, Bob?”
It was found and spread out on the cabin roof. Tom held the lantern and Nelson and Bob studied it for a moment.
“I think the best thing to do,” said Bob finally, “is to keep on for Cohasset. It isn’t much farther, and looks like an easy harbor.”