The grey-green waves looked mountain-high when seen from the water-washed deck of the _Catspaw_, and the wind, while seeming to have passed its wildest stage, still blew hard.

There was no sight of land in any direction and Joe pessimistically decided that they were then some forty miles at sea and about off the Isles of Shoals.

Soon after the sun had come up, somewhere behind the leaden clouds, they sighted a brig to the southward.

She was hardly hull-up and was making her way under almost bare yards toward the west.

She stayed in sight less than half an hour.
The boys had breakfast about half-past six.