"Here you are, young gents. This is the spot where I put the last fare
down. An' now you know as much about her whereabouts as I do."
The district into which the submarine boys had come was well outside of
the city, and in a different direction from Craven's Bay and the Fort.
It was bleak and wild here. Even the shanties of the three little
villages, with their fish-sheds, their racks with nets spread, the
rickety wharves--all looked dismal. It seemed as though here must be
one of the spots where only a scanty living is earned and only by the
hardest kind of work.
"Well, we're much obliged to you, driver, and here's the money promised
to you."
"Obliged to you, gents. Will you want to be going back with me?"
"No," Captain Jack answered. "I reckon we're going to be moored here
for a while."
"Now, whereaway? What's the course?" demanded Eph Somers.
Benson glanced at his watch, then up at the sun.
"It'll be dark in about an hour and half," he muttered. "Why not wait
until dark? We can't have been seen from any of the villages yet.
Looking out over the water you don't see a craft of any sort headed
away from here.
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