Chapter 24 POCKET ISLAND. No.24

When the sun rose red and sullen the next morning, and our three friends had breakfasted and were hoisting sail on the sloop, Frank said:

"If the wind holds up as it did yesterday, we can run to Pocket Island and back easily. There is no chance to land"-addressing Manson-"or even to go within half a mile of it in the sloop; but I can lay her to