"I must be far down the bay," thought Joe.
He was cramped, tired, and almost parched for a drink. He had dozed fitfully through the night, and his eyes smarted and burned under the bandage.
Suddenly he heard voices close at hand, above the puffing of a motorboat.
"Look there!" someone exclaimed. "A boat is adrift. Maybe we can work that into the film."
"Maybe," assented another voice. "Let's go over and see, anyhow. We want this reel to be a good one."
Dimly Joe wondered what the words meant. He heard the voices, and the puffing of the motor coming nearer. Then the latter sound ceased. Some craft bumped gently against his, and a man cried:
"Someone is in this boat!"