It 's so big, I guess, that French Pete 's 'most afraid to go in for it.

Red Nelson 'd go in quicker 'n a wink, but he don't know enough about it.

Can't go in, you see, till Pete gives the word." "Where are we going now ?" Joe questioned.
"Don't know; oyster-beds most likely, from the way we 're heading." It was an uneventful trip.

A breeze sprang up out of the night behind them, and held steady for an hour or more.

Then it dropped and became aimless and erratic, puffing gently first from one quarter and then another.