Adrian dived below to search for the glass, which fortunately had not gone ashore with the compass. Christobel with narrowed eyes, tried to distinguish landmarks. The sunlight over the coast was growing stronger every moment. After bringing the glass to bear on the scene Adrian gave a joyful chuckle. "Who’d have thought it, Crow," he cried, pointing rapidly from place to place as he named them. "See--there you are! The Beak miles behind us. There’s the Bell Ridge, ever such a way back. There’s the lighthouse--white as a big tooth. There’s the high Down up above Ramsworthy--with the glass you can see the rows of new houses above Netheroot sands! Do you see where we are, old girl? Almost level with Salterne Harbour! Here’s the Heggadon bluff exactly opposite, and, of course, just round the corner of that you get the entrance to the estuary. It is simply the neatest thing in life. Why, I pictured that we were somewhere between Peterock and Bell Bay, with all the hard work to do coming back against this northerly breeze--and here we are only a mile or two from the harbour with a fair wind, and please note tide in our favour still. Now look here--we chuck Peterock, of course, and make for Salterne while we have tea--go right up to the bridge and pick up some spare moorings. Put a decent chap in charge of the yawl. Get my hair cut, and go back by train. How’s that?" "And wire to Mum as soon as we get into the town," added Christobel behind the glasses. "Oh, that’s of course," said Adrian, who was restless with excitement, "come on then, let’s have tea--any amount of tea, I’m as hollow as a drum. Give me the tiller, you’ve been at it for an age. The stove’s all ready--by the way, I told Mother Jeep to give us about a dozen hard-boiled eggs, I knew I could eat six! I say, Crow, isn’t it the very limit to come out down here? Who’d have imagined such dazzling luck. When you come to think of it, losing the dinghy was about the best thing that ever happened to us----" And so on ... Adrian glowing with optimism which was his normal condition--when not in the depths of despondency. Christobel was supremely happy too. The sun shone. Addie was very content, and Mrs. Romilly would receive a wire. She made tea, and sang under her breath. It was nearly five o’clock when they crossed the humming bar, between the lovely slopes of Peverell and Tamerton. The wind dropped suddenly, because the huge bluff called the Heggadon formed a complete screen, but the tide still acted a friendly part, for, though it was turning outside, the change was not completed inside, as harbours and all inlets of the sea are half an hour to an hour later than the main tide outside. The _Messenger_ swept in smoothly on the top of the flood, under the most perfect conditions possible. The beautiful estuary looked like an inland sea, with here and there the long back of a sandbank showing above the ripple.