s episode Cabot struggled to keep awake in the
hope that White would return and answer some of his questions; but
finally weariness overcame him, and he fell into a sleep that lasted
without a break until after sunrise of the following morning.

In the meantime the little schooner had held her course, and swept
onward past the flashing beacons of Cape Race, Cape Pine, and Cape St.
Mary, until, at daylight, she was standing across the broad reach of
Placentia Bay towards the bald headland of Cape Chapeau Rouge. She was
making a fine run, and in spite of his weariness after a six hours'
watch on deck, White Baldwin presented a cheery face to Cabot, as the
latter vainly strove to recognise and account for his surroundings.

"Good morning," said the young skipper, "I hope you have slept well,
and are feeling all right again."

"Yes, thank you," replied Cabot, suddenly remembering, "I slept
splendidly, and am as fit as a fiddle. Have we made a good run?"

"Fine; we have come nearly a hundred miles from the place where we
picked you up."

"Then we must be almost to St. Johns," suggested Cabot, tumbling from
his bunk as he spoke. "I am glad, for it is important that I should
get there as quickly as possible."

"St. Johns!" replied the other blankly. "Didn't you know that we had
come from St. Johns, and were going in the opposite direction? Why, we
are more than one hundred and fifty miles from there at this minute."

CHAPTER VI.

THE FRENCH SHORE QUESTION.

Although Cabot had had no reason to suppose that the "Sea Bee" was on
her way to St. Johns, it had not for a moment occurred to him that she
could be going anywhere else. Thus the news that they were not only a
long way from the place he wished to reach, but steadily increasing
their distance from it, so surprised him that for a moment he sat on
the edge of his bunk gazing at the speaker as though doubting if he had
heard aright. Finally he asked: "Where, then, are we bound?"

"To Pretty Harbour, around on the west coast, where I live," was the
answer.

"I'd be willing to give you fifty dollars to turn around and carry me
to St. Johns," said Cabot.

"Couldn't do it if you offered me a hundred, much as I need the money,
and glad as I would be to oblige you, for I've got to get home in a
hurry if I want to find any home to get to. You see, it's this way,"
continued White, noting Cabot's look of inquiry, "Pretty Harbour being
on the French shore---