"
Truly the world seemed warmer and more cheerful; the sun was brighter.
Perhaps now it was not too early to go on board the yacht. At any rate,
I would go near where she lay, and judge for myself. I made inquiries of
the innkeeper in regard to Mrs. Raynor's yacht.
"Yacht!" he said. "There's no yacht here."
"You must be mistaken!" I cried. "A yacht belonging to Mrs. Raynor
sailed for Sanpritchit on Saturday, and it was not to leave here until
this morning."
"Sanpritchit!" he exclaimed. "This is not Sanpritchit."
"What do you mean?" I asked in amazement. "That boat was bound direct
for Sanpritchit."
"Captain Jabe's boat?" said the man. "Yes, and so she is. She sails fur
Sanpritchit every Monday mornin', and generally stops here when she's
got any freight ter leave fur the store, though I never knowed her ter
come so airly in the mornin'."
"My conscience!" I exclaimed. "I must get on board of her."
"Aboard of her!" said he. "She's been gone more 'n half an hour. She
don't often stop here more 'n ten minutes, if she's got the tide with
her, which she had this mornin', strong."
XXXV.
MONEY MAKES THE MARE GO.
I rushed out of the Central Hotel, and looked over the water, but I
could see nothing of the grocery boat: she had disappeared beyond the
bluff, behind which I had stupidly taken it for granted Mrs.
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