“Why, is that you, Harry?” answered Wesley. “When’d you come in?” “Just shot in.” “Shot in! A night like this!” “Why, yes. But what’s wrong?” “What’s wrong? Everything’s wrong. Some bloody pirate piloted us ashore and then went up the harbor and left us. What bloody ledge is this we’re on?” “I’m not sure, not having a chart handy; but it’s a bad place, whatever it is.” “A bad place? I should say. We’ve just smashed our dory, and I’m afraid some of us will be washed over if the sea makes a little more. What’ll we do?” “Well, that’s for you to say. You’re master of your own vessel, and, of course, you know your own business. But I’ll drop over a dory, if you say so. I’d rather handle live men now than corpses in the morning, myself.” “Well then, for the Lord’s sake, hurry up, won’t you?” Wesley took off the crew of the _Calumet_. On his own deck he met Glover and spoke a little of his mind. “’Twas my intention, Harry Glover, to take it out of your hide, for stealin’ them herrin’ at Folly Cove, but as you’re shipwrecked now it makes a difference. I’ll take you up the harbor and leave you there.” Which he did, and, further, let them have a dory to take them to the dock. To Glover, at parting, he said, “You and me, Harry, better have no words over this--you know why. The consul here’ll send your crew home at the expense of the Gover’ment, so they’ll be all right.” “But the _Calumet_-- I s’pose she’ll break up where she is?” “She may, and then she mayn’t.” “Then I’d better go down when it moderates and see what I can do.” “That,” answered Wesley, “is your business. As it is now, she’s abandoned, and anybody’s property that wants to board her.” “Oh, nobody’ll board her in this weather--they’d be smashed on the ledges. Just as soon as it moderates--some time to-morrow, maybe-- I’ll be down with a tug and lighten her up.” But Wesley did not wait until it moderated. That same night, at high water, the _Calumet_ floated off. Five hundred barrels of frozen herring transferred to the _Lucy Foster_ helped materially in the floating of the _Calumet_. “Only eight hundred barrels of salt herring in her now--we oughter be able to get her home. She’s squattin’ pretty low in the water, but we oughter get her home. And do you, Charlie, take Dan and George and Tommie and follow on behind the _Lucy_,” said Wesley, and in the morning light he led the way out of Canso Harbor. IV