“All right,” said Arthur.
In going ashore, he found the current very strong; but the beach was long, and, of course, it was very easy to land somewhere. As it happened, he was carried down some fifty feet below the place which he wished to reach; but that didn’t make any practical difference. It served to open his eyes to the peculiar danger before them, and made him see that the very greatest care would have to be exercised in returning, or else the swift tide would sweep them away from the place to which they wished to go.
As Arthur looked round, after the other boys had got in, an exclamation burst from him.
“Whew!”
“What’s the matter?”
“Why, the fog. How suddenly it has come up! Why, it’s getting as thick as night. Look here, Bruce; we’ve got to be pretty careful this time. See here; you must head out that way, for the current is running like a race-horse, and this fog isn’t helping matters.”
He then proceeded to explain to Bruce the best course to take, and Bruce said he would do exactly as he told him.
“You’re sure you can do it. You’re sure you’re not used up at all,” said Arthur.
“Not a bit of it!” said Bruce, with a laugh.
“If I feel used up, I’ll hand over the oar to you or Bart.”