Presently she came back with a big cup and two stout bacon sandwiches, a thing Adrian greatly liked.
"Now I'll fetch mine," said Crow; and did so, planting herself firmly. "Can you manage your cocoa without spilling?" she said.
"I've drunk it," answered her brother promptly. "Addie, it was boiling!"
"Well, it's boiling still for all I know. Ever so much warmer in the region of the waistband! Sandwiches don't spill, thank goodness. Awfully decent grub this, Crow."
When all the "grub" had gone the way of the boiling cocoa, the pair felt more conversational.
"We don't seem to pick up the lighthouse, Addie," said Crow tentatively.
Adrian agreed; he also said that by all his calculations they ought to have run bang on to Bell Bay beach about half an hour ago.
"We've nothing to steer by but the wind," he allowed, "and that may change. One never knows. What time is it, Crow?"
Christobel said it was after twelve o'clock.
"I wish we could hear that siren. But, Addie, we may be going the wrong way!"