"I am a pretty fair shot," Frank admitted modestly.
"But if you had missed the first time—?" began Jack.
"I couldn't miss," replied Frank quietly. "I knew that before I pulled the trigger. Some way, I felt certain the bullet would go true. Why, I hardly even aimed."
"Well," said Jack, "I'm sure I don't ever want you blazing away at me."
"I guess we might as well get away from this spot," said Frank.
"I wonder where we are?"
Jack stood up in the boat and looked long across the sea. Dawn was just breaking, and in the faint morning light he could see a considerable distance.
"No land in sight," he said finally, and sat down again. "At a guess, though, I should say we must still be off the coast of Holland."
"Yes; but how are we going to tell which way the coast of Holland is?"
"I'm sure I don't know. We'll just have to take a chance at it till the sun comes up, and then we can get our bearings. We'll have to be very careful though, for there are likely to be mines floating about. If we had some oars we could row a bit it would warm us up."
But no oars were in sight, either near the boat or among the floating wreckage.