The day was misty and disagreeable, but David and Andy knew the way as well as you and I know our city streets.

They rounded the Devil's Arm, a friendly tide helped them through the narrows, and in mid-forenoon the low white buildings of Fort Pelican appeared in misty outline through the fog.

A few minutes later they swung alongside the Fort Pelican jetty, and there, to their amazement, firmly tied to the jetty, lay their own big boat.
No one about the Post could explain whence the boat had come or how it reached the jetty.

The Post servants stated that they had not noticed it until after the departure of the lumber steamer.

They had recognized it as Thomas Angus's boat, for in that country men know each other's boats as our country folk know their neighbours' horses.
The lumber ship had arrived on the morning of the gale, and had anchored in the harbour awaiting the arrival of one of the company's officers on the mail boat.