Chapter 60

Evidently the other mast was not visible to the choice company that were leaving False Cape to its sunny solitude. They filed away, plodding along down to the water, pushed off, clambered aboard, hoisted sail, and started to tack for Tiger Island. Supple was poling, for the sail hung slack; Welper laid his rifle on the turtle deck and stretched out beside it; Sam Potter took the tiller and attempted to jockey the sheet and flirt with the gentle cats-paws that now and then caressed the sound. It took them a long tim…