“Well, I mean it’s morning, and we’ve slept all night.”
“Vince!”
“It is, lad. Look—the sun can’t have been up very long; and oh, Mike, what a state they must have been in at home about us!”
Mike uttered a faint groan.
“It’s horrid!” continued Vince passionately. “What shall we do?”
Mike was silent for a few minutes, and then said sadly,—“They won’t have slept all night.”
“No,” said Vince wildly; “and they’ve been wandering about the place with people searching for us. Mike, it’s of no use, we mustn’t try to hide any longer. That Jarks daren’t hurt us, and we had better go out boldly.”
“Think so?”
“Yes. You see, we can’t stay here standing in the water, and if we go back to the sand in there—”
Mike shuddered. “I can’t go back there,” he said.