By degrees, though, out of the dull drowsy, weary confusion of that bitter night the day did begin to dawn; and in a hopeless way we tried to make out how far we were from the shore. But for a long time we could distinguish nothing but what seemed to be high hills, having long missed the stars now on account of the clouds.
Then we thought these must be clouds too, for it seemed impossible that it could be land, and both Bigley and I said so to Bob.
But he was sulky and dejected, and would not take any notice of us, treating us both as if it was all our fault that we had been driven out to sea, though we were quite as miserable as he; and at any moment I felt ready to throw myself down in the bottom of the boat and give up.
At last, though, as there comes an end to all dismal nights, this also had its finish, and we made out, as we lay on the cold grey sea of that fine winter morning, that we were about five miles from the Welsh coast, and home lay as near as we could tell right beyond the range of our vision, far away to the south-east.
“What’s to be done?” Bob said dolefully. “Hadn’t we better row ashore here, and ask for something to eat?”
Big said No, decidedly, for he had caught sight of a good-sized vessel some miles away to the south-east.
“If we get ashore here we shall be farther away from home,” he argued; “and I’ve heard my father say there’s sharp currents about this coast, which would be too much for us, and besides, father is sure to come out to look for us this morning, so let’s try and get back.”
“And some ship is sure to see us, and give us something to eat,” I said hopefully. “Come, Bob, rouse up. We shall get across all right.”
Setting the boat’s head as nearly as we could guess toward the opposite shore, we began to row; and, though it was winter time, we were not long before we were pretty warm, and Bob Chowne unwillingly took his turn.
But we made poor progress. Miles take a great deal of getting over with a small boat in the open sea at the best of times. So rowed as ours was by three weary hungry boys, as may be supposed, we did not make the best of way.