And he took up both oars again and plied them actively, although his unaccustomed muscles were aching from the long-continued exercise.
"Turn down the stream then and row with the tide. It will be so much lighter work than rowing back and forth across the river."
"But it will take us so far from the town."
"Never mind!"
"And it will make it very difficult, when we turn back, to row against wind and tide."
"Bah, we will not stay out long! We will only go around that point that I see before us. What a fascination there is in a turning point! We always want to see what is on the other side," said Mary Grey, lightly.
Meantime, Craven Kyte had turned the boat and they were floating down stream very fast.
They soon passed the point, and saw on the other side a flat, sandy shore, with the woods at a little distance.
They were still off the point, when Mary Grey suddenly uttered an exclamation of dismay.
"What is the matter?" hastily inquired Craven Kyte.