“I thought I saw Bogud.”
“Not a bit of it. They were strangers, and that accounts for everything.”
“And now,” said Tom, “all that we’ve got to do is to wait for a few minutes more, and then start.”
“I say, boys,” said Bart, after a fit of musing, “what a pity it is that we can’t fasten the vessel somehow, and keep her here! There’s an old tree at the bottom of the bank big enough to moor a ship at. If we could only get a line around it from the schooner, we could keep the vessel here till they did come.”
“Yes, that would be the best plan,” said Bruce; “for I’ve-been thinking that we may find some people here who would sail the schooner back to the cove. It would be a great pity to let her drift.”
“It’s a pity that we can’t get at her,” said Arthur.
“And why can’t we?” asked Bart.
Why! The question at once made every one stare and think. Each one could answer in his own mind why such a thing could not be done, but no one stated such a reason. All were silent.
“It’s not very far,” said Bart.
“No.”