We'll make Fort Pelican in an hour, or two hours _what_ever, if we has a civil breeze in the marnin'." "We'll not be gettin' away from Fort Pelican to-morrow, will we ?" asked Andy.
"We'll take the day for visitin' the folk and hearin' the news, and start back the marnin' after," suggested David.
It was near midnight when they crawled into their beds to drop into a ten-knot sleep, and they slept so soundly than none of them awoke until they were aroused by the sun shining upon the tent the next morning.
Breakfast was prepared and eaten leisurely.

There was no hurry.

The wind had fallen to a moderate stiff breeze, and Fort Pelican, through the narrows connecting Eskimo Bay with the sea outside, was almost in sight.
When the dishes were washed Andy and Jamie took down the tent, while David shouldered a pack and preceded them to the place where they had moored the boat the previous evening.

A few minutes later he came running back, and in breathless excitement startled them with the announcement: "The boat's gone!" "Gone where ?" asked Andy incredulously.
"Gone! I'm not knowin' _where_!" exclaimed David.
"Has she been took ?" asked Jamie, excitedly.
"Took!" said David.

"The painter were untied and she were took! There's tracks about of big boots with nails in un!" Andy and Jamie ran down with David.