By to-night we can be in New York, if all goes well!" "Put us aboard the fruiter or some steamer," Frank again wrote.
But the man shook his head.
"It is Sea Cove or nothing," said Inza.

"And he would be glad, I think, to have it nothing." "Sea Cove it is, then," Frank agreed.
But the promise was productive of no immediate good.

There was no breeze, and, as the _Sarah Jane_ was on the shallow banks, far out of the route of the steamers, there was nothing to do but to cultivate patience and wait.

At Frank's urging, Peleg set a signal from the masthead, but it drew no vessel near them.
The Slocums seemed glad that they were not to be called on to sail at once for land, and they proceeded to get out long hand-lines and fish over the sides of the sloop.

Wherever they went they were followed by their dog, that limped from the blows Bart had given it.