“Hurrah! I see the ocean!” cried Randy, presently. “I think if we keep on in this direction we’ll soon get to a point where we can get down to the bay. But, of course, we’ll be quite a distance from where we left that raft.”
“Never mind. Maybe we can swim back to the raft,” answered Jack. He felt that anything would be better than facing such wild beasts as might now be roaming the otherwise deserted island.
It was hard work climbing over the rocks, which in many places were sharp and irregular.
“Look out that you don’t go down into some deep hole,” warned Jack. “You might get wedged so tight you’d never get out.”
“I suppose that goat got along easily enough. A goat loves to leap the rocks.”
“Yes, but we’re not goats. Come on! We want to get back before night.”
The boys moved forward, but the going was now more perilous than ever, and presently, having leaped to a spot that looked fairly easy to negotiate, they found further progress all but impossible.
“Looks like we were stuck, Randy,” said the young major, scratching his head.
“Oh, don’t say that, Jack! We don’t want to go back after coming all this distance!”