“There won’t be any show of going very fast with the screw dragging behind.”
“I’ll be satisfied if we make two knots an hour, for that’s more than we’re doing now.”
The boys were thoroughly tired when they returned to the tent, but so much had been accomplished since sunrise that they were hardly aware of their weariness.
The treasure was only spoken of now and then, but Vance and Roy talked almost incessantly of floating the yacht, and Ned felt well satisfied that before very long they would be sailing in search of the mainland.
The possibility of getting free from the island suggested to his mind something which he had paid very little attention to before.
“How shall we know what way to steer when we are ready to leave?”
“Jimminey! I never thought of that,” Vance exclaimed. “I haven’t the slightest idea where the coast of Florida is, except that it seems as if, it should be in that direction,” and he pointed toward the west.
Roy felt quite positive they ought to steer a northerly course, while Ned, having been locked in the state-room so long before coming ashore, was unable to form any idea whatever.
“We shall be an interestin’ kind of a crew when we do get started,” he said with a laugh. “How are we to decide the matter?”
“I know I’m right,” Vance replied decidedly.