"Have you thought of anything?" Jim asked, while they were eating the not very palatable meal.
Jet shook his head despairingly.
Half an hour passed, and neither spoke.
Then both started as if electrified, for they saw both the men approaching the shore of the island nearest the main land.
"They heard us last night, and are comin' over here to see who has come," Jim whispered, his face growing pale.
It certainly looked as if he had guessed correctly, and Jet drew his revolver.
The men were carrying the boat between them, and on reaching the water launched it.
The distance was not so great but that a conversation carried on in an ordinary tone could be distinguished from one shore to the other, and the first words spoken by the fellows caused the greatest relief.
"Now, don't fool your time away up there," Bob said, sharply, as Sam took his seat in the boat and pushed her off.
"Why? Do you think this is such a pleasant place that I shouldn't lose the opportunity to stay here as many hours as possible?"