San Pablo Bay

No trains were running, but the drawbridge that separated the marsh from San Pablo Bay opened as usual.

Two hours afterward, on San Pablo Bay, the wind was piping up and we were reefing down.

To make it worse, the wind howled up San Pablo Bay for fifteen miles and drove in a tremendous sea upon the tide-rip.

And through it all, confused, driven into a madness of motion, thundered the great smoking seas from San Pablo Bay.

In the crew of the fishing boat that conveyed them across San Pablo Bay was a spy.