There she is.

See her down there by the breakwater ?" Sure enough, the empty barrel, painted red, was hoisted to the top of its pole on the crest of Cannon Hill.

And, looking down at the bay and following the direction of the stubby pointing finger, Ellery saw a little schooner, with her sails lowered, lying, slightly on her side, in a shallow pool near a long ridge of piled stones--the breakwater.

A small wharf made out from the shore and black figures moved briskly upon it.

Carts were alongside the schooner and there more dots were busy.
"Eben's pennant's flyin'," said Captain Zeb.