On the next day after the Melville squall in the boatyard office, Jacob
Farnum, looking out of a window, and through the open gateway, saw three
heavily-laden lumber trucks go by.

"That looks like a good deal for little Dunhaven," he thought to himself.
"I wonder what's happening?"

His horse and buggy were in the yard. The young owner presently went out
and got into his vehicle, driving slowly along the street to the
northward.

About a third of a mile from his yard Mr. Farnum came to the spot where
the lumber was being unloaded. That was a hitherto vacant piece of land
located at the edge of a small deepwater cove. Mr. Melville and Don
were there, and also a gang of workmen. Carpenters were opening tool
chests, as though preparing to go to work.

"Hm!" mused Jacob Farnum. Turning up a side street, he drove, by a
roundabout way, back to his yard. Thereafter he took pains to keep
himself informed of the Melville doings.

By night the foundations of a shipbuilder's shed had been laid by a
large force of carpenters. Another gang of carpenters had gone to work
building a fence as rapidly as laborers could set up the poles. By the
night of the following day the fence was completed, and the shed, so far
as outward appearances went, was completed.

And now, though George Melville and his son, preserved an air of great
secrecy, the news leaked out that a new boatyard was added to the
industries of Dunhaven, coupled with the further information that Mr.