The wharf, the sea, the city began to steal back, sly, expressionless, pretending that they had been there all the time.

Even Mr.Johnston could be clearly seen coming down from the boatshed with a curious figure beside him--a figure so odd and unfamiliar that he might have been part of the unfamiliar fog itself.
"Well, you've certainly struck it lucky today," called the genial Mr.
Johnston.

"This here is Doc.

Farr's boy.

He's going right back over there now and he'll take you along--if you want to go." There was a disturbing cadence of doubt in the latter part of his speech which affected the professor's always alert curiosity, as did also the appearance of the "boy" reputed to belong to Dr.Farr.How old he was no one could have guessed.