The shore of Naushon Island was grey and indistinct when the _Adventurer_ straightened out for the run across the bay.

Behind her the _Follow Me_ plunged gallantly, doing her fourteen miles without a murmur.

As they neared Penzance the sea moderated and they swung into the channel on an almost even keel.

Good harbours beckoned, and the plan of lying by until after dinner was discussed and finally abandoned.

Edgartown was only another hour's sail and it would be better to keep on and lie in there for dinner.