Five minutes later the _Lucy Foster_ was off and away. “I’ll chase him,” muttered Wesley, “chase him clear to Gloucester, but I’ll get him,” and himself standing close to the wheel, he drove the _Lucy_ out of Big Whale Gut and across Placentia Bay. “Just a minute at Folly Cove to drop this blessed fool of a messenger John Rose sent, and just another minute to hail John himself and make certain, and then across the Gulf to Canso,” said Wesley, and stood on the _Lucy’s_ quarter and watched her go along. III It was night, and a northeast gale and falling snow was making the thick night thicker. The _Lucy Foster_ had come across the Gulf like a runaway horse, and now they were expecting to strike in somewhere. Wesley was standing aft, when a long, low, warning moan came to them over the water. “There’s the whistle--we ought to see Cranberry Light soon--watch out.” The forward watch, hanging on to her fore-rigging and peering sharply ahead, soon called out: “There it is--no--it’s a vessel’s port light.” Wesley looked. “’Tis a vessel, sure enough, and hove-to, ain’t she? Maybe we’d better speak her”--this last to the man at the wheel. The helmsman brought her up, and “Hi-i!” roared Wesley. “Hi-i!” came back--“who’re you?” Wesley swore softly. “Harry Glover, by the Lord! Here, Charlie, you answer him. There ain’t many knows you. Ask him what’s wrong--and don’t get too near him, you to the wheel.” “What’s wrong?” called Charlie Green. “Nothin’--just waitin’ for a chance to go into Canso.” “Well, why don’t you go in--what’s holdin’ you back?” “Why? Too thick to make the harbor to-night.” “Ask him, Charlie,” said Wesley, “what kind of a man he holds himself that he’s afraid to make a harbor to-night?” Which Charlie did, in a tone that Wesley could never have achieved. “Who in the devil are you that’s so all-fired smart?” queried Glover. “Who’re you, anyway?” “Give him your own name, Charlie,” said Wesley, and Charlie did. “Lord, but you do put up a pert twist with your voice, Charlie. If a man was to talk to me like that, I’d run him down.” “Charlie Green? I never heard of you afore--nor nobody else aboard here. What vessel is that?” came from Glover. “Never mind what vessel. Whatever vessel’s here I’m not too frightened to put her into Canso to-night.” “That so? You’re the devil and all, ain’t you? And when are you goin’ in?” “Right away.” “That so? And maybe you’ll show me the way?” “Yes, if you ain’t too scared to follow. And I’ll have a good story to tell when we get to Gloucester--not alone being scared to go in, but too scared even to follow behind when another man shows you the way.” “That so? Well, I don’t see you goin’ in, nor I don’t see no ridin’ light hangin’ from your stern.” “No? Well, s’pose you follow on and stop talkin’.” A lantern was dropped over the stern of the _Lucy Foster_, Wesley put her wheel up, and the _Lucy_ was off. Another moment, and they made out the green light of the _Calumet_ coming after.