No mistake. It was a far-off reply. But from which side had it come?
“Nan! Where are you?”
He strained his ears for the answer, trying with all his might to get the direction when the answer did come.
“—e—r—e.” It trailed off feebly in the fog at the right. He must have gone beyond The Turtle; for he felt quite positive that was where Nancy was. The purse and duck had been at a point nearly opposite it.
He rowed as fast as he dared for some little distance to the right, and then called again.
“Nan! Where are you?”
“Here— Tur-tle.”
Thank God she was safe!
By repeatedly calling and waiting for the answer, he guided the boat successfully toward the rock formation. At last it loomed up beside him, and he saw Nancy perched on the head, all the rest being covered by water.
“Hello, Jim!” she said, as he sat for a moment silently looking up at her.