"You are right."
Jack ran up the companion way and Marion after him. To their surprise the sky was overcast, and the wind was whipping the surface of the bay into numerous whitecaps.
"We must lose no time in getting back!" cried Jack. "As it is, the wind will be dead against us!"
As quickly as possible he assisted Marion over the side, and then both set off on a run for the little cove where the rowboat had been left tied up.
As they gained the boat Jack gave an exclamation of dismay.
"The oars—they are gone!"
He was right. Marion had shifted their position before leaving the craft, and bumping against the rocks had sent them adrift.
ON BOARD THE WRECK.
"Jack, what shall we do now?" asked Marion, as with a blanched face she gazed into the empty boat.