They went on in this manner for half an hour, until they found themselves approaching a rocky island, crowned with forests. Marco wanted to land upon it.
"Very well," said Forester; "I have no objection; but would you not rather go back?"
"No," said Marco. "I want to explore this island."
"But are you not cold?" asked Forester.
"No," said Marco, "not at all."
"My hands and feet are a little cold," said Forester.
"Then we will go back pretty soon," said Marco, "but first just let us land a minute upon this island."
So Forester turned the head of the boat towards the shore, and Marco, as soon as it touched, scrambled out upon the rocks.
"Oh, Forester!" he exclaimed, at once, "here is plenty of drift-wood. Let us make a fire, and warm your hands and feet."