CHAPTER VIII
ON THE ISLAND
Amos made no answer to his sister’s frightened exclamation. He was well used to the harbor, as he often went fishing with his father, and had been on cruises of several days. Tide and wind both took the boat swiftly toward Long Point, a low, narrow sand-beach, which ran out into the harbor.
“We’ll run straight into Long Point if the wind don’t change,” said Amos.
Anne had held fast to her line and now felt it tugging strongly in her grasp.
“I’ve caught something!” she exclaimed, “and I don’t believe I can ever pull it in.”
Amos reached across and seized the line. “Gee!” he exclaimed, “I’ll bet it’s a cod,” and he pulled valiantly. It took all the boy’s strength to get the big fish into the boat. “I’ll bet it weighs ten pounds,” declared Amos proudly, quite forgetting in his pleasure over the big fish that the boat was still moving swiftly away from the settlement.
“Amos, Amos, just see how fast we are going,” said Amanda; “we’ll be carried right out to sea.”
“Well, then some vessel will pick us up and bring us back,” answered her brother, “but it looks now as if we would bring up on Long Point, and we can walk home from there easy enough. It’s only a couple of miles.”