"I thought you'd gone back," were the first words Bob spoke as he grabbed Jack's hand.
"I know, but I hated to leave you in their hands," Jack told him.
"But you should have gone, although between you and me and the fence post, I'm mighty glad you didn't."
Bob had been picked up with the large boat between them and the Valkyrie and, while they were talking, Jack had been paddling as hard as he could, to put as much distance between them and their enemies as possible.
Although it has taken some time to tell it, probably not more than two minutes had elapsed from the time Bob had struck the water until he was in the boat. Nothing had been heard from those on board and he supposed they had rushed to the cabin for weapons, so it behooved them to get beyond their range in the least possible time.
"Seems to me the fog's getting thicker again," Jack declared after he had paddled for about five minutes.
"Sure is," Bob agreed.
"Well, it's a good thing for us. They'd probably try a shot or two in our direction if they could see us."
"No doubt of that, but which way you going?"
"Back to the island, of course."