In half an hour he had paid his bill and taken a carriage for Leith harbor, and the yacht was speeding down the Firth ere the wan, misty daylight brightened the colorless sea.

The stillness of sea and sky was magical and they were a little delayed by the calm, but in due time the wind sprang up suddenly and the yacht danced into Whitby harbor.
Then John parted from Captain Cook, saying as he did so, "Good-bye, Captain.

We have had a happy holiday together.

Get the yacht in order and revictualed, for in two weeks my brother Henry may join you.

I believe he is for the south." "Good-bye, sir.