He had taken from his meager savings enough to advertise her in Boston, Portland and New York, but no claimant had come, and so he wished to know if the vessel belonged to him. “You have a claim upon her, Mark, and can get salvage, should her owner turn up; but there is just such a craft needed, or will be within a couple of months, for running around the islands with parties, and my advice to you is to secure a skipper and a couple of men and let them run the trips for you, for it will bring in a snug income to your mother, while, should her owner appear, you have the vessel to give up to him upon the payment of salvage. Now, what do you think of my advice, Mark?” “I thank you for it, sir, and shall take it.” “And your skipper can report to me, if you wish, while you must tell your mother to come to me, if I can in any way serve her, for I suppose she will move up to B---- when you go?” “No, sir, my mother will remain at Cliff Castle.” “What, alone?” “No, sir, she has old Peggy.” “It is a dreary, weird place to dwell, Mark.” “She likes it, and she prefers to remain, for we have talked it over,” answered Mark. Soon after making a few purchases for home, he went on his way to his boat just as the sun was setting. As he passed the tavern, Virgene Rich called to him, and said: “Mark, I have just learned that Scott Clemmons has also an appointment to the naval academy. You must beware of him, Mark, for he is your bitter foe now, and mine, too, since I testified against him.” “He is not dangerous, Miss Virgene,” replied Mark indifferently. “You mistake; for all snakes are dangerous, as they strike from cover. I will see you before you go, will I not?” “Yes, miss, and I hope you will ride down to see my mother, as you promised.” “I certainly shall,” was the answer, as Mark walked on. At his boat stood Silly Sam, who said: “See here, Mister Mark, I hain’t no bullfrog to croak, but I seen a gang o’ fellers sail downstream an hour ago who hain’t no friends o’ your’n.” “Thank you, Sam, but it’s catching before hanging, you know.” And with a light laugh Mark sprung into his skiff and sped away just as twilight fell. He had to beat down the inlet, and as he stood over toward a point of land in the darkness, running on the port tack with the wind blowing fresh, his little craft suddenly gave a lurch and the next instant went over, throwing him into the water. As he rose he heard the sound of oars, and in the darkness saw a large boat rowing toward him, while he heard voices say: “That rope settled him, as you said it would.” “Yes, and we laid it just right; but do you see his boat?” “Yes, there she lies upset, and she’ll drive out to sea with him on her, so that ends him.” “But he is not on the boat.” “Then he has drowned, for Silly Sam said he could not swim a stroke.” “Let us take up the net.” “Oh, no, leave it down, for his boat seems caught in it, and that will tell the whole story.”