a long cape.

"I do not," added the Hon. Mr. Hamilton, with a puzzled expression.

The skipper of the Rosabel thought it was very strange that the
honorable gentleman did not recognize him; for he did not consider that
he had grown three inches taller himself, and that the distinguished
guest of the Cliff House met a great many people in the course of a
year.

"Don't you know my boat, sir?" asked Leopold, laughing as he pointed
astern at the sloop.

"I do not."

"Well, sir, that's the Rosabel. You have sailed in her more than once."

"O, this is Leopold, then!" exclaimed Mr. Hamilton. "You ought to know
where we are."

"I do, sir; and I know that you were headed for the High Rock ledges. I
can prick your position on the chart."

"He knows all about this coast, Captain Bounce," added Mr. Hamilton,
turning to the Sailing-master. "He will be a safe pilot for you."

"Well youngster, we are bound to Belfast," said the sailing-master,
thrusting his fists deep down into the pockets of his pea-jacket.

"I am not a pilot to Belfast," replied Leopold; "but you must keep her
west-half-north for Owl's Head, nine miles from here. There are islands
and ledges all around you."

"We have had enough of this sort of thing," interposed Mr. Hamilton,
evidently disgusted with his experience. "We have been feeling our way
in this fog for twenty-four hours. I would give a thousand dollars to be
in Belfast at this moment."

"I don't believe the best pilot on the coast would agree to take this
yacht up to Belfast in this fog for twice that sum," added Leopold. "One
of the Bangor steamers, that goes over the route every day, got aground
the other night."

"I never was on this coast before, Mr. Hamilton, as I told you before we
sailed from New York," said Captain Bounce, apologetically; "but if I
had been here all my life, I couldn't find my way in a sailing vessel in
such a fog as this."

"O, I don't blame you Captain Bounce," added Mr. Hamilton, who was the
owner of the yacht.

"I have kept you off the rocks so far; and that was the best I could
do."

"You have done all that anybody could do, Captain Bounce, and I have no
fault to find with you. But the ladies are very uncomfortable; they are
wet, and everything in the cabin is wet with the moisture of this fog.
We are very anxious to get to some good hotel, where we can remain till
the fog has blown away," continued Mr. Hamilton.

"You can go into Rockhaven, sir," sugge