In view of their bereavement, they decided to have luncheon at a hotel and during that meal recovered their spirits.

More sight-seeing followed, but the day was a hot one and by half-past three they had had enough and so returned to the landing and pulled back to the cruiser.

Steve, who had supplied himself with yesterday's New York and Boston papers, pre-empted a seat on the bridge deck and stretched himself out on it, his legs crooked over the railing.

The others found places in the shade as best they could and talked and watched for the _Follow Me_ and listened to occasional snatches of news from Steve.

There was practically no breeze and the afternoon was uncomfortably hot even under the awning.