seven o'clock
By this time it was broad daylight and their task was made easier . Still , as the inner harbour was nearly a mile long and a good half-mile wide , and indented with numerous coves , the search was long . They nosed in and out of slips , circled basins and ran down a dozen false clues supplied by sailors on the fishing schooners that lined the wharves . And , at seven o'clock they had to acknowledge defeat . The _ Follow Me _ was most surely not in Gloucester Harbour . Nor , for that matter , was there a cabin-cruiser that resembled her in any way . It was the latter fact that puzzled them , for they had somehow become convinced that the darkened craft that had led them past the breakwater last night was , if not the _ Follow Me _ , at least a boat of her size .