“I haven’t looked since I took the oars, on purpose to see what our progress is. And now—why, really, Bruce, it seems as if we must be half way already.”
“Of course we are,” said Bruce, “and more too.”
“Why, she’s as low in the water as ever.”
“I know; there’s something queer about her.”
“She looks as though she’d been in a heavy gale.”
“She must have been.”
“I don’t see a soul on board.”
“I haven’t seen any one, either.”
“Perhaps no one is up yet. It’s early, you know.”
“I hope it’s that,” said Bruce.