"South, of course, for that's the drift of the current. All the bergs drift south."
"Yes, but how far?"
"Oh, I don't know, but we must be some bit south of the island."
And so they calculated and chatted, while the glow grew in the eastern sky, and until the sun rose, at last, to comfort them and warm stiffened fingers and chilled bodies. But with the sun a westerly breeze also set in to retard them, and their progress was tedious and slow.
The shore still lay a long way off, though a little nearer than when they first discovered it in the morning light, and Bobby had just remarked that they had gained a little, when Jimmy suddenly ceased paddling, and rising to his feet gazed eagerly to the southward.
"What is it?" asked Bobby. "What do you see?"
"A sail! A sail!" Jimmy almost shouted a moment later. "I wasn't sure at first, but now I'm certain!"
Bobby was on his feet in an instant, and the two, balancing themselves dexterously while the skiff rose and fell upon the swell, watched excitedly as the sail increased in size.
"It's a schooner!" said Jimmy.
"And it'll pick us up!" said Bobby.