About noon
Meanwhile , I kept watch and studied the scenery , and old Tom and I talked about the strange people who inhabited the interior -- those houses that moved away into the mist as soon as you caught sight of them . Some day old Tom and I are going to explore the interior , for he is not so much afraid of ghosts as he was , since we tried them out together . At the end of the week , the wind was blowing strong from the west and the tides ran high . About noon we caught sight of triumphant sails making up the river . It was Charlie back again . `` Got him ! '' was all he said , as he rowed ashore .