"Yes, I do.

But what of that ?" "It's his mark," said Vince.

"He's going to wait till the tide touches that, and then going to cast off." "Think so ?" "Sure of it." But Vince had no opportunity for waiting to see.

The glassy current was still a couple of inches below the dimly seen white mark, when there was a peculiar odour which came from a tureen that the cook carried along the deck towards the cabin; and almost at the same moment a hand was laid upon the boy's shoulder.
"Come," said the captain; "it is time for ze dinnaire.

You are bose hungry ?--yais, I know." Vince would have liked to decline, so strong was his desire to study the key to the entrance of the secret little port; but to refuse to go down was impossible, and he preceded his host through the cabin-hatch, where a swinging lamp was burning and the deadlights were closed so that not a gleam could escape.