" so she did not move,
though she wished very much that she might be out on deck with Captain
Enos, feeling the salt breeze on her cheeks and enjoying the sail. She
knew by the way the sloop tipped that they were going very fast. "Seems as
if it was sailing right on its side," thought Anne; "if it tips much more
I do believe I'll slide out of this berth."

"A fine wind, a fine wind!" Captain Enos said with a satisfied nod, as his
boat went flying along; "I'll make Boston Harbor before nightfall at this
rate, in time to get my fish ashore by dusk, if I can slide into a landing
without the British stopping me. My cargo will be welcome," and Captain
Enos smiled to himself as he thought of the praise he would get from his
friends and acquaintance for his brave venture in such troublous times.

Toward noon Anne carefully let herself down from the bunk, and peered out
through the door, which Captain Enos had left open. She could see the low
sandy shores of Cape Cod, and here and there a white-sailed boat. "I guess
we must be 'most to Boston," she thought; "the sun is way up in the middle
of the sky, and I am so hungry." She came a little nearer to the cabin
door and put her head out. "Uncle Enos!" she said softly.

But the captain was singing to keep himself company, and did not hear the
faint voice. His head was turned a little away from Anne, but just as she
was about to call again his song came to an end and he turned his glance
ahead.

"Bless my soul!" he exclaimed.

"It is I, Uncle Enos!" said Anne, stepping out of the cabin.

The captain was almost too surprised to speak. Anne clambered along the
side of the sloop until she was close beside him, and reaching out took
fast hold of his rough coat sleeve, and repeated:

"It is I, Uncle Enos."

"Where on earth did you come from?" he exclaimed.

Anne pointed toward the cabin.

"How did you get there?" questioned Captain Enos. "Weren't you abed and
asleep when I left the house this morning?"

"No, Uncle Enos," said Anne, creeping a little closer; "I slept in the top
bunk in the sloop."

"Well, this is a nice affair. I can't take you back now. I'll make Boston
Harbor before dusk with this wind. But how came you in the sloop?"

"Jimmie Starkweather rowed me out last night after you were sound asleep.
And he is going to tell Aunt Martha all about it this morning. He told me
to tell you that he didn't want me to go aboard, but that I would," said
Anne.

Captain E