They put in at Peterhead, purchased a few provisions, and again
set sail.
And now it seemed to Malcolm that he must soon come to a conclusion
as to the steps he must take when he reached London. But think as
he would, he could plan nothing beyond finding out where his sister
lived, going to look at the house, and getting into it if he might.
Nor could his companion help him with any suggestions, and indeed
he could not talk much with him because of the presence of Davy,
a rough, round eyed, red haired young Scot, of the dull invaluable
class that can only do what they are told, but do that to the extent
of their faculty.
They knew all the coast as far as the Frith of Forth; after that
they had to be more careful. They had no charts on board, nor could
have made much use of any. But the wind continued favourable, and
the weather cold, bright, and full of life. They spoke many coasters
on their way, and received many directions.
Off the Nore they had rough weather, and had to stand off and on
for a day and a night till it moderated. Then they spoke a fishing
boat, took a pilot on board, and were soon in smooth water. More
and more they wondered as the channel narrowed, and ended their
voyage at length below London Bridge, in a very jungle of masts.
CHAPTER IX: LONDON STREETS
Leaving Davy to keep the sloop, the two fishermen went on shore.
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