“Of course.”
“They didn’t shout, or anything.”
“We were too far off to hear them.”
“No, we weren’t; but I suppose we were so far off that they thought it would do no good.”
For about half an hour Bruce pulled quite leisurely, for he wished to husband his strength as much as possible, and then Bart took his turn at the oars. Not much was said, partly because the exertion of rowing did not allow of any prolonged conversation, and partly because they were too much filled with their own thoughts, arising out of the suspense of the occasion.
At length, after rowing for another half hour, Bart handed the oars to Bruce, and took his seat in the stern.
The moment he did so he uttered a cry of surprise.
“What’s the matter?” asked Bruce.
“Why, how near we’re getting!” said Bart.
“Of course we are.”