A Short Walk From The Station Brought Them To The Mouth Of The River Which Constitutes The Harbour Of Biddlecombe. For A Small Port There Was A Goodly Array Of Shipping, And Mr. Chalk's Pulse Beat Faster As His Gaze Wandered Impartially From A Stately Barque In All The Pride Of Fresh Paint To Dingy, Sea-worn Ketches And Tiny Yachts.