"That bore gave us such a shaking up, I couldn't tell east from west," observed Sandy.
"At any rate, that land yonder is no illusion," declared Tom cheerily. "Come on, boys, get busy with the oars and we'll be ashore in no time."
"I hope it is inhabited," said Jack.
"Same here; but that remains to be seen. At any rate, judging by the green trees and grass there's water there from the mountains beyond. We can stop some place ashore and make camp."
[CHAPTER XII.]
SHIFTING FOR THEMSELVES.
This was voted a good idea. As they drew closer to the shore the aspect of the little bay became more inviting.