“‘Hardheart,” answered Mark, without looking 
up. 
“Bet you don’t get him,” said the man. 
“That is a mighty wise gull,’’ and he put his 
pipe back into his mouth and walked on. The 
lobsterman was right. Mark sat there until 
night and although many gulls came to feed, 
Hardheart was not among them. 
Very early the next morning Mark and his 
partner went cod-fishing, for he did not devote 
all his time to his warden work. He had to do 
a little fishing now and then to earn money 
enough to live on. In their gasoline boat they 
ran out for several miles and then threw their 
hooks and lines into the water. They had fine 
success, and in a few hours were ready to re- 
turn; but just as they were about to start back a 
thick fog came up. They were completely 
enveloped, and as Mark had forgotten his com- 
pass they were soon lost—and lost on the ocean. 
Hour after hour went by but the fog did not 
lift. The menbecame very uneasy,for sometimes 
fishermen get caught in a fog like this and the cur- 
rents carry them so far off shore they never 
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