Chapter 22 No.22

In Which We Sail the Silver River and I See a Face I Know

I had covered, perhaps, almost as much open sea when I was blown out of Bolderhead in the sloop, as now lay between the Scarboro and Cape St. Antonio. But, as you might say, I had taken that first trip blindly. This time I had my eyes open and all my wits about me-and I knew that we had t