"It's nowhere else, you say. Try...."
Willis Cox and Brander turned toward where their boats hung by the rail;
and Faith called quietly: "Willis, Mr. Brander. Let Mr. Tobey do the
searching."
Willis stopped readily enough; Brander--forewarned, perhaps, by some
instinctive fear--hesitated; she spoke to him again. "Mr. Brander."
He stood still where he was. Dan'l was looking through his own boat at
the moment. He passed to old Tichel's; to that of Willis Cox. Brander's
came last. He flashed his lantern in it as he had in the others, studied
it from bow to stern, opened the stern locker beneath the cuddy
boards....
There was a jug there; a jug that in the other boats had contained
water. He pulled the stopper and smelled....
"By God, Faith, it's here!" he cried.