There was no help in Archie.
“If ’tis Right-In-the-Way,” said Tom, “I’d 309 have me bearin’s. ’Tis a marvellous thick fog, this,” he complained.
Mind-Your-Eye is a point of the mainland.
“I’m goin’ ashore t’ find out,” Tom determined.
Landed, however, he could make nothing of it. Whether Right-In-the-Way, an island near by Burnt Bay, or Mind-Your-Eye, a long projection of the main-shore, there was no telling. The fog hid all outlines. If it were Right-In-the-Way, Tom Topsail could land Archie in Burnt Bay within half an hour; if it were Mind-Your-Eye point––well, maybe.
“Hark!” Tom exclaimed.
Archie could hear nothing.
“Did you not hear it?” said Tom.
“What, man? Hear what?”
“That!” Tom ejaculated.