Ossie declared afterwards that those lobsters looked to him a sight happier than the folks they had seen ashore! They went eastward leisurely, making many stops, and had fine weather until they sighted Grand Manan.

Then a storm drove them to shelter one afternoon and they lay in a tiny harbour for two days while the wind lashed the ports and the rain drove down furiously.

Nothing of great interest happened, although the time went fast and pleasantly.

To be sure, there were minor incidents that Phil entered in the log-book he was keeping: as when Han fell overboard one morning in a heavy sea when the _Adventurer_ was reeling off her twelve miles and was pretty well filled with brine and very near exhaustion when he reached the life-buoy they threw him.

And once Ossie pretty nearly cut a finger off while opening a lobster.