“There is the fishin’ smack,” he said. “And hullo! What’s that? I missed her afore, sartin.”
“What is it?”
“She’s a fore–and–aft, sure as you are born; and—and—it is a coaster, and she’s headin’ this way. Queer I missed her.”
“I didn’t see her. Uncle Boardman is expecting a coaster to come after a load of potatoes. I wonder if that’s the one!”
“I shouldn’t wonder one bit. It’s hazy where she is, and that’s the reason we didn’t see her.”
“I think I had better report that to uncle.”
“Of course,” remarked the surfman, pointing his glass again at the schooner. “She may go somewhere else, but she acts to me as if she wanted to run in at The Harbor.”
“I think I will tell Uncle Boardman.”
“What does she bring here, if it’s bound here for your uncle’s potatoes?”
“I believe she brings a variety of things; some groceries for the store, some salt for the fishermen, and so on. Her cargo is what they call miscellaneous.”