"Which it won't be if I'm any kind of a prophet. We haven't seen the last of that fellow yet," Mr. Lakewood contributed.
"Well, never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you," Jack laughed as he turned his eyes again toward the distant island which was now rapidly coming into plain view. "What do you think of it, uncle?"
Mr. Lakewood took the glasses from his eyes, "Looks kind of like it but I can't be sure yet. See that high point on that end?" he asked pointing.
"Yes," both the boys told him.
"Well, that's what makes me think it may be the place. But I reckon we'll have to wait a bit and see."
The Valkyrie was plowing through the water at a high speed as the captain had passed the word to "step on her," and it was only a few minutes before Mr. Lakewood said: "Unless there are two islands almost exactly alike that's our island."
In another twenty minutes the captain gave the signal to slow down and finally the Valkyrie came to rest about a quarter of a mile from the island and near the center.
"Made up your mind yet," he asked as he stepped from the wheel house.
Mr. Lakewood looked slightly doubtful as he answered the question.
"Seems as though I ought to be sure one way or the other but, to be honest, I'm not. It looks like it especially out at that high end and then again it doesn't. It doesn't seem to me that there were near so many trees on it as there are now. There's quite a forest over on that other end."