One bullet had plugged straight in at one side of the smokestack and out the other, the glass in one window had been shattered to bits and in various other places damage had been wrought.

But they had recovered the _Follow Me_, and that, viewing the affair in retrospect, had been something of an achievement.

Everyone, even Tom by now, was more than satisfied at the outcome of their first real adventure.

Dinner, delayed as it was and none too palatable by reason of having been prepared for a much earlier hour, was a merry meal.
After it was over they went on up to Newburyport, found a berth and set out to look for a yard where they could have the two cruisers patched.
Repairs kept them there two days, and then, having acquired a new anchor for the _Follow Me_ and left the extra dingey in safe storage, the Adventure Club set forth once more in the early hours of a drizzly morning.
They passed the Isles of Shoals before nine and in the middle of the forenoon Steve pointed through the haze to where an indistinct blot against the sky line proclaimed Boon Island.

After that the cruisers kept well toward shore, for, although the drizzle had stopped, the navigators feared that a fog might take its place, and that one experience in Vineyard Sound had been sufficient to last them for the balance of the cruise.