There was a pause; then Jack called out joyfully: “I see a light: yes, I am sure I see a light.”
“Whereaway?”
“Straight ahead, or a little to the left.”
“Take a good look, Jack, so as to be sure of your bearings. Then we will make our way toward it with the best speed we can muster.”
Jack scrambled down from the tree with his face actually cheerful. The prospect of a meal had put new life into him.
“Follow me!” he said. “I don’t think it can be more than a mile away.”
Not feeling their fatigue so much now that they were buoyed up by the hope of shelter and food, the two boys plodded on. The way was at times difficult, and there was no glimpse of the light which Jack had seen from the tree-top.
“Do you think you are on the right track, Jack?” asked Harry anxiously.
“Yes, I feel sure of it,” answered the young sailor.
Events proved that Jack was right. They came to an open place, from which they could distinctly see the light gleaming from a dwelling.