The Martha
They were deep in a game of billiards the next morning, after the eleven o'clock breakfast, when Viaburi entered and announced, -
"Big fella schooner close up."
Even as he spoke, they heard the rumble of chain through hawse- pipe, and from the veranda saw a big black-painted schooner, swinging to her just-caught anchor.
"It's a Yankee," Joan cried. "See that bow! Look at that elliptical stern! Ah, I thought so--" as the Stars and Stripes fluttered to the mast-head.
Noa Noah, at Sheldon's direction, ran the Union Jack up the flag- staff.
"Now what is an American vessel doing down here?" Joan asked. "It's not a yacht, though I'll wager she can sail. Look! Her name! What is it?"
"Martha, San Francisco," Sheldon read, looking through the telescope. "It's the first Yankee I ev
