you could carry provisions enough for two weeks."

"It certainly is a fine craft," went on Mr. Blowitz, as if he was
thinking of something. "A fine craft."

"Did you ever hear anything more of your brig, the Rockhaven?" asked
Nellie.

"Yes, I did," was the unexpected answer. "In fact that was why I went
out rowing to-day. I had a telegram from the captain of the brig last
night. It seems she did not sink as at first supposed, but is a
derelict, drifting about somewhere off this coast."

"Has any one seen her?" asked Ned.

"Yes, the captain of a fishing smack. He was the man I went to
interview to-day. He says as he was cruising along, day before
yesterday, he sighted what he took to be a small boat. When he got
closer he saw it was an abandoned brig. From his description I knew it
was the one I was interested in."

"But if you only got a telegram from the captain of the brig last
night, telling you it had not sunk, how did you know the fishing smack
captain had sighted her, and how did you go out to see him to-day?"
asked Jerry, for he thought there was something queer in the story Mr.
Blowitz told, while the man's manner did not favorably impress him.

"Oh, that," and Mr. Blowitz glanced sharply at Jerry, and then resumed
his rowing toward shore. The fog had lifted a bit, and the beach could
be made out. "Well, that was rather queer," admitted the man, slowly,