furniture is in." Anthony slurred over the greater question
by tactfully emphasizing the lesser. "I had my mother's piano sent over
yesterday, and some of the things for the living-room and library. We
haven't a place for them at Harbor Light--and then there's the china. I
wish I could match up some of those pieces of White Canton, captain. I
wonder if we could make an exchange. I've a lot of Crown Medallion which
would fill out your set----"

Having thus started the little captain on his chief hobby, Anthony
breathed a sigh of relief, and went on with his fishing.

The subject of the china sufficed to fill the captain's mind until the
fish stopped biting, and they decided to go in.

It was just as they began their trip toward the harbor that Justin came
back.

The wind was blowing now straight from the south, and the "Gray Gull"
was making slow headway against it.

"Why don't he come down to the water? It's safer," said the little
captain, anxiously. "There's every sign of a squall----"

But Justin kept on; between him and the harbor was the Neck, with its
jagged shore line of rocks. He was evidently planning to cross the strip
of land obliquely, as, in rounding the point to come up the harbor, he
must get the full force of the wind--

As he sailed over them they caught the strong beat of his motor. It
seemed, too, that he waved his hand; then he left them behind, keeping
close to shore and above that jagged line of rocks.

"Oh, the fool," the captain murmured. "Why don't he get away from the
land?"

The wind came with a mighty sweep; the air-ship gave a backward tilt,
fluttered for a moment like a bird in a storm--then shot down with
sickening swiftness!

"His motor has stopped," the captain shouted, "and he's lost control! If
he strikes the rocks he's done for!"

Down--down! They had one glimpse of Justin struggling to free himself;
they saw him jump clear, and the big machine crashed on the beach.

It was the little captain who forced his boat to record speed, but it
was Anthony who went over the side and through the breakers to where
Justin lay prostrate, half in and half out of the water.

Wet and dripping the doctor bent over the boy, put his hand to his heart
and felt it beating faintly, then looked at the broken body and said,
unsteadily:

"There's only a slim chance of saving him. We must get him to Harbor
Light."

The accident had been seen from the harbor, and as the captain's boat
shot