Bickling had certainly slept enough, for he had been on the divan about ten hours during the evening and the morning, when Louis roused him from his slumbers. He sprang from his bed very promptly, and looking about him mildly inquired where he was. Then he went to the windows in front of the pilot-house and looked out for some time in silence. “Do you know where you are now, Bickling?” asked Louis. “Which I think I do, sir. It looks as though we were in Dolphin Bay again,” replied the cook, as he continued his examination of the surroundings. “Like Dolphin Bay!” exclaimed Louis, recognizing the fictitious name which Scoble had given the cook when he first went on board of the vessel; and he was satisfied that this was the locality where Scoble had concealed her appearance by painting her white. “Which I am not quite sure, sir; but it looks like Dolphin Bay,” answered Bickling, as he settled his gaze upon the expanse of water to the north of the steamer. “I should think you would know the place if you had ever been here before,” added Louis rather impatiently. “Which it looks just like it, sir; but I was busy getting breakfast when we came out of the bay, and I did not watch the shore,” pleaded the cook. “I was on board of the Maud two nights and a day before she sailed, which it was not in this part of the bay at all where she lay.” “Where did she lay, then?” “Which I see it all now, sir!” exclaimed Bickling as he pointed across the bay. “Do you mind the point, sir, over on the other side, sir? It reaches over within a quarter of a mile of the shore on your left, and is covered with pines.” “I can see it plain enough.” “Which the water extends up beyond the point, sir, where you can’t see it; and it was in there where the Maud was tied to a tree, sir.” This was definite enough. There was a considerable expanse of water at the south-west of the point, and the bay formed a W, upside down from the pilot-house, the space between the two acute angles forming the point covered with trees. The two deck hands of the steamer were getting the boat ready for the expedition, and Flounder had come up from the forecastle. “Flounder, do you know how to row?” asked Louis, who had gone down to the main deck with the captain, followed by the cook. “I do, sir; I made two voyages up the Mediterranean when I was twenty years younger than I am now,” replied the recruit. “I will pay you for your services, and I want you to row the boat with Bickling,” added Louis. “Now you must be very prudent, Mr. Belgrave,” said Captain Brisbane, as the two men took their places in the boat. “If you get into any trouble over there, I can’t do a thing to help you. The Phantom would be hard and fast on the bottom before I could get her over to that point, and I have only one boat.” “I mean to be always prudent, Captain,” replied Louis, as he took his place in the stern sheets of the boat.