It was fully half an hour before Mont came to himself and sat up. He, too, was bewildered at the situation.
"Where are we?" he asked, after a long silence, in which both sought to regain their strength.
"I think we are on Blackbird Island," replied Jack, slowly. "That is just below the falls, you know."
"Did we drift here?"
"I suppose so. I don't know any more than you. I came to my senses on the tree only a little while ago."
Mont rolled over on his back and drew a long breath.
"I'm tremendously tired," he explained. "Do you know anything of this place?"
"I have often heard of it, but was never here before. I wonder if anyone lives here?"
"Don't know. It looks rather wild."
"Tell you what we'll do," said Jack. "We'll rest here in the sun for a while and let our clothes dry, and then explore the place and see what means we can find of reaching the mainland."