That fellow is up to mischief of some sort." A few minutes later the captain ordered a boat to be lowered, and rowed out to the rocky islet at the mouth of the harbour, and landing, climbed up the rocks and looked out to sea.

In half an hour he returned to the ship.
"It is no use," he said to Francis.

"The wind is blowing straight into the passage, and we could not row the Bonito out against it.

It was different with that craft that went out yesterday evening, for I have no doubt she started as soon as it became dark.

She was low in the water, and would not hold the wind; besides, no doubt they lowered the masts, and with a strong crew might well have swept her out.