"Whar 'n thunder'd ye come from?" asked the foremost fisherman, in a surprised voice.
"From the sea," replied the boy. "My friends here are shipwrecked sailors from the 'Cynthia Jane.'"
"But how'd ye make out to climb the bluff?" inquired a second fisherman; "no one ever did it afore, as we knows on."
"Oh, that is a long story," replied the boy, evasively.
The two sailors had awakened and now saluted the new-comers. Soon they were exchanging a running fire of questions and answers.
"Where are we?" Rob heard the little sailor ask.
"Coast of Oregon," was the reply. "We're about seven miles from Port Orford by land an' about ten miles by sea."
"Do you live at Port Orford?" inquired the sailor.
"That's what we do, friend; an' if your party wants to join us we'll do our best to make you comf'table, bein' as you're shipwrecked an' need help."
Just then a loud laugh came from another group, where the elder sailor had been trying to explain Rob's method of flying through the air.