"It's the same!" Merry exclaimed.
"Sure! There can't be any doubt about it."
"And she has cast anchor."
"What does that mean?"
"She is a fishing-sloop, and I've an idea we must be on the fishing-grounds off the Jersey or New York coast. There is no other explanation. She is out here on a fishing-trip."
"And Inza?"
"We'll have to wait for her to clear that mystery away."
"What will we do? If those fellows are deaf, there is no use in shouting."
"We are drifting toward her, you see. We'll be alongside before dark, if this continues."
"Then we'll get on board of her!"