Hartledon never came," he added in sulky tones, as he turned from her to the rest.

"I rowed on, and on, thinking how nicely I was distancing him, and got down, the mischief knows where.
Miles, nearly, I must have gone." "But why did you pass the turning-point ?" asked one.
"There was no turning-point," returned Mr.Carteret; "some confounded meddler must have unmoored the boat as soon as the first race was over, and I, like an idiot, rowed on, looking for it.

All at once it came into my mind what a way I must have gone, and I turned and waited.

And might have waited till now," he added, "for Hart never came." "Then his arm must have failed him," exclaimed Captain Dawkes.

"I thought it was all wrong." "It wasn't right, for I soon shot past him," returned young Carteret.
"But Hart knew the spot where the boat ought to have been, though I didn't; what he did, I suppose, was to clear round it just as though it had been there, and come in home again.