he steamer's whistle going, and knew that Captain Zim was sounding the echoes to get his bearings in the thick weather then prevailing. Sea-captains on

w channel of Kadiak Harbor. Here she sounded her whistle for more than an hour at short intervals, waiting for a pilot to come out. At last, soon after those

answered Captain Zim.

e the voice t

n Zim; and once more the hoarse whistle

ppeared at the foot of the rope-ladder a big dory with two native oarsmen, and a stout, gr

ain Zim. "Can we take her in?

im. Dis fog awful tick. Yas, we shall take her in if you say

tter Bennington lying,

wn." Pete jerked a th

, for he's no doubt been lying here two or three days waiting for us. You keep Pete here, and let me and the boys take his dory

hurry; though you might wait and let us all go in together. How are you goin

t spare us a

'll tell you-put the boys in the dory, and I'll

ick, briefly, pointing to the rope-ladder

uld climb like a squirrel. The two natives, grinning, reached up and steadied them as they reached the jumping dory. The boys insiste

to their oars, and the dory slipped away into the fog. Uncle Dick, busy with hunting

im. So at last he concluded his own work in loading the long-boat and went overside, o

wn the narrow channel, emerged from the fog and

Dick to the manager of the warehous

u mean, sir?" an

by two natives, with three boys I've g

oys away up here. Besides, they haven't showe

h in the fog and gone down Wood Island way," sa

have to send a boat over there after those people yet. By-the-way, Captain Barker, of the Bennington, is

mmented Uncle Dick. "I do

ssed, stood staring out in