"One of those damn islands," mumbled Higgins. "Got to go round it."
"To the right; come one," whispered Payne. He did not trouble to look up.
"Awful big island."
"Yes."
"Awful big."
Payne halted. He looked up. He rubbed his eyes.
"Hig," he whispered, "look at it."
Drunkenly Higgins put out his hands toward the sharp-pointed leaves.
"I'm gone, Payne. I see palmetto scrub."
"Hig—it—isn't an—island!"