hat of the same material covered his head and shadowed the upper part of his face. A bushy black beard was most conspicuously in evidence.
As Buffum and Turner had begun to talk, he had drawn closer to the two, but now as Buffum suddenly looked sharply about, the stranger whirled around, sauntered away and appeared to be idly inspecting the ocean.
"Who's that thar felluh?" asked the lighthouse keeper of one of the fishermen, pointing at the same time at the intruder.
"I ain't seen him befo'," declared the one addressed, "He tol' some of the folks at the settlement jus' now that he come from Belle Haven and was waiting for the mail carrier to take him to Millford."
"He don't look like no genuwine fisherman to me," asserted Buffum, staring keenly after the now retreating figure.
"Nor me neither," agreed the other. "Ain't set up right."
"Hope that 'ere yacht will keep well out at sea," continued the Cap'n, turning to Turner once more. "The Cape Peril shoals ain't got no respect for Commodores or for Admirals either.
