"A breakwater!" Steve turned swiftly to the chart. "Then I know where we are at last! Look here, Joe!" He pointed. "We're cornered in here, see? Here's the shore on that side and the jetty dead ahead of us. How we got here I don't know, but here we are. If we can find the end of the jetty we're all right. Keep that horn going, Perry!" "Why not drop an anchor where we are?" asked Joe. "We could do that, of course, but here's the harbour right around the end of the jetty. Seems to me we might as well get in there, Joe." "All right," agreed the other doubtfully, "but this feeling around in the dark is making me nervous. First thing we know we'll--um--we'll be running into the First National Bank or the Congregational Church or something! Still, if you think we can find our way, all right. I'm game." Steve eyed the compass thoughtfully and in silence for a moment. Then: "You still there, Phil?" he called. "Yes." "Keep your eyes and ears open. I'm going to try to run along the side of the jetty and find the harbour. If you see a red spar buoy, sing out. Sing out if you see anything at all. Everyone keep a watch. We're going to eat dinner in the harbour or know why!" The cruiser moved slowly on once more, her nose turning sharply. Then she paused, went back and again moved forward, Steve turning the wheel slowly with his eyes on the compass. "Now watch on the starboard side, Phil!" he called. "Which is that? My right?" "Yes, you land-lubber! Hear anything?" "N-no! I didn't _hear_ anything before until we were almost on the breakwater. Sometimes I think I can hear--" Phil's voice died away to silence. "Hear what?" asked Steve. "Well, water sort of lapping. It may be against our boat, though." "Neil, you go forward, too, will you?" said Steve. Neil joined Phil and for some minutes the _Adventurer_ stole quietly along through the grey void with little sound save the slow working of the engine below deck and the lazy thud of the propeller. It was so quiet that when Perry suddenly worked the fog-horn Han almost fell over the wet rail on which he was sitting. It was Ossie who broke the silence finally. "Well, I guess we've got to eat, whether we run ashore or stay afloat. I'm going to put some potatoes on." "All right," replied Steve quietly. "But if you feel a bump, put out your alcohol flame the first thing you do, Ossie." "Sure, but you can bet I won't wait down there to see whether the potatoes are done!" "How about it, you chaps?" asked Steve presently. "Don't hear a thing," answered Phil. "All right. I'm going to bring her around now. Yell the minute you see anything. You needn't worry. She's only crawling and I'll have her going astern before you can shout twice."