The Corsair floated into the cove and alongside the sloop. Jack climbed out and Bee took his place at the wheel.
“Tuesday at ten, Jack,” said Bee. “Don’t forget. If you have anything you think we’ll need put it aboard, like a good fellow. We may see you tomorrow, though. All right, Hal; back her up easy.”
When the launch had made the turn and was pointing her slim bow toward the mouth of the cove Bee made a trumpet of his hands and shouted back:
“O Jack!”
“Hello?”
“Her name is Coarse Hair! Hal says so!”
Jack laughed and waved his hand as the launch disappeared around the point.