CHAPTER VI.
THE FRENCH SHORE QUESTION.
Although Cabot had had no reason to suppose that the "Sea Bee" was on her way to St.Johns, it had not for a moment occurred to him that she could be going anywhere else.

Thus the news that they were not only a long way from the place he wished to reach, but steadily increasing their distance from it, so surprised him that for a moment he sat on the edge of his bunk gazing at the speaker as though doubting if he had heard aright.

Finally he asked: "Where, then, are we bound ?" "To Pretty Harbour, around on the west coast, where I live," was the answer.
"I'd be willing to give you fifty dollars to turn around and carry me to St.Johns," said Cabot.
"Couldn't do it if you offered me a hundred, much as I need the money, and glad as I would be to oblige you, for I've got to get home in a hurry if I want to find any home to get to.

You see, it's this way," continued White, noting Cabot's look of inquiry, "Pretty Harbour being on the French shore----" "What do you mean by the French shore ?" interrupted Cabot.

"I thought you lived in Newfoundland, and that it was an English island." "So it is," explained White; "but, for some reason or other, I don't know why, England made a treaty with France nearly two hundred years ago, by which the French were granted fishing privileges from Cape Bay along the whole west coast to Cape Bauld, and from there down the east coast as far as Cape St.John.