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Into the harbor at that moment swept the Tanners' Rosan, and

abreast of her the steamer from St. John's. Five minutes behind

came Jed Martin's Herring Bone, and the first of the fleet was

safely in.

As the discontented and muttering mob followed Code toward the

little jail back of the Odd Fellows' Hall, none noticed that the

lovely schooner that had led the procession in was stealing

quietly out again into the thick of the gale.

And those who did notice it thought nothing of it in the

excitement of the moment, probably judging her to be some coaster

who had run in to look for a leak. She had been tied up just ten

minutes at the Mallaby wharf.

As the sorry procession passed the Schofield cottage, Code's

mother ran out sobbing and threw herself upon him. She had not

seen her son before (although orphan Josie had told her the Lass

was in), for Code had been closeted with Boughton, and now her

first glimpse of him was as an accused criminal.