“The flag, the flag!” said Disko, suddenly, pointing upward.

“What is ut?” said Long Jack.

“Otto!  Ha’af mast.  They can see us frum shore now.”

“I’d clean forgot He’s no folk to Gloucester, has he?”

“Girl he was goin’ to be married to this fall.”

“Mary pity her!” said Long Jack, and lowered the little flag half-mast for the sake of Otto, swept overboard in a gale off Le Have three months before.

Disko wiped the wet from his eyes and led the ‘We’re Here’ to Wouverman’s wharf, giving his orders in whispers, while she swung round moored tugs and night-watchmen hailed her from the ends of inky-black piers.  Over and above the darkness and the mystery of the procession, Harvey could feel the land close round him once more, with all its thousands of people asleep, and the smell of earth after rain, and the familiar noise of a switching-engine coughing to herself in a freight-yard; and all those things made his heart beat and his throat dry up as he stood by the foresheet.  They heard the anchor-watch snoring on a lighthouse-tug, nosed into a pocket of darkness where a lantern glimmered on either side; somebody waked with a grunt, threw them a rope, and they made fast to a silent wharf flanked with great iron-roofed sheds fall of warm emptiness, and lay there without a sound.

Then Harvey sat down by the wheel, and sobbed and sobbed as though his heart would break, and a tall woman who had been sitting on a weigh-scale dropped down into the schooner and kissed Dan once on the cheek; for she was his mother, and she had seen the ‘We’re Here’ by the lightning flashes.  She took no notice of Harvey till he had recovered himself a little and Disko had told her his story.  Then they went to Disko’s house together as the dawn was breaking; and until the telegraph office was open and he could wire his folk, Harvey Cheyne was perhaps the loneliest boy in all America.  But the curious thing was that Disko and Dan seemed to think none the worse of him for crying.

Wouverman was not ready for Disko’s prices till Disko, sure that the ‘We’re Here’ was at least a week ahead of any other Gloucester boat, had given him a few days to swallow them; so all hands played about the streets, and Long Jack stopped the Rocky Neck trolley, on principle, as be said, till the conductor let him ride free.  But Dan went about with his freckled nose in the air, bung-full of mystery and most haughty to his family.

“Dan, I’ll hev to lay inter you ef you act this way,” said Troop, pensively.  “Sence we’ve come ashore this time you’ve bin a heap too fresh.”

“I’d lay into him naow ef he was mine,” said Uncle Salters, sourly.  He and Penn boarded with the Troops.