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He went outside and called the men in with a revolver-shot and a

trawl tub run to the masthead. It was about noon when they came

in, and, after eating, three o'clock passed before they had

finished dressing down.

"Any of you boys run across a dory from the Night Hawk?" asked

Nat as the men came inboard with their shower of fish.

"Yes," said a youth, "I f'und one of 'em an' he told me the

Hawk's luck was Jonahed this trip."

"Where's the packet lyin'?"

"About twelve mile sou'east near the edge of the Bank."

Nat went to the wheel himself.

"Up jib an' fores'l," he sung out, "and sway 'em flat! Mains'l

and tops'ls after that! Raymond, overhaul the balloon, stays'l,

and trys'l! Mebbe we'll drive her a little afore we're through."

Burns found the Night Hawk in a patch of sea by herself, more or

less deserted by the other schooners because of the Jonah report

that had gone abroad concerning her. Her dories were just coming

in from the day's work partially loaded with fish.