The storm was now rolling away to the east, and the wind was lessening.  But still there was a fine sailing breeze, so by exercising special care, Eben was able to make good progress as he beat from side to side of the river.  He was well acquainted with the course, and he was greatly helped by the steady gleam of a lighthouse ahead.  He made up his mind to keep on sailing all night, and thus reach the city early the next morning.  If the wind held firm, he knew that he could run on longer tacks where the river was wider in the lower part of the Reach and in Grand Bay.  He was certain that his father would be very anxious in the morning when he found that the “Eb and Flo” had disappeared.  But he would show the folks at home that he could be depended upon, and could handle the boat in an emergency.  He would go to the city, discharge his cargo and return in triumph to Beech Cove.  Just what to do with his passengers he was not sure.  At first he felt inclined to report them to the police.  But upon second thought, he decided to let them go.  But for their assistance he would not have been able to save the boat, and he was somewhat grateful to them now.  In fact, he felt quite friendly with his visitors.

“How d’ye feel?” he at length called out, just after he had taken another tack for a long run across the river.

“Wet to the skin,” Donaster angrily replied.  “When are we to let up on this job?  I’m sick of it.”

“Same here,” his companion agreed.

“Well, I guess ye’ll have to make the best of it, me hearties.  We’ll reach the city early in the mornin’, if the wind holds.  Ye kin change yer clothes then.”

The men made no reply, but Donaster, leaving Bill to manage the sheet, scrambled over to Eben’s side.

“My, it’s confoundedly dark and nasty to-night,” he growled.  “It’s absolutely beastly.”

“Don’t like it much, eh?” Eben queried.  “Ye got more’n ye expected, didn’t ye?”

“Should say I did.  But I thought you had Miss Randall on board.  Where in h——­ is she, anyway?  You know, don’t you?”

“So it’s her ye was lookin’ fer, was it?”

“Certainly.  Didn’t I tell you so?”

“No, ye didn’t.  Ye only asked me if I had a woman on board.”

“Oh, well, you understood all right, so you needn’t make believe you didn’t.  You knew I was looking for Miss Randall.”

“But she’s dead, isn’t she?”

“Dead!  When did she die?”

“Why, they was searchin’ fer her body down river.”

Donaster laughed, and reaching out laid his hand upon Eben’s arm.

“Say, stop your fooling, will you?  Miss Randall’s not dead.  She ran away, and came on board this boat.  Own up now, like a good fellow.”

“What did she run away fer?”

“Because she doesn’t want to marry me.  She’s acted very foolishly, and I’m bound that she shan’t escape.  I shall find her, no matter where she is.”