That showed they was edgin' in somewheres.

Nat he sniffed, for all the world like a dog catchin' a scent, so 'Bije declares.
"'I can smell home,' he says.
"Three fathom the lead give 'em, then two and a half, then a scant two.
They was drawin' six feet.

Zach couldn't stand it.
"'I'm goin' to anchor,' he squeals, frantic.

'I believe we're plumb over to Wellmouth and drivin' right onto Horsefoot Shoal.' "'It's either that or the bar,' chimes in 'Bije.

'And whichever 'tis, we can't anchor in the middle of it.' "'But what'll we do ?' shouts Zach.