"I know that."
"We will run over to Farm Island, and anchor under the lee of the high bluff;" and he headed the Fawn in the direction indicated.
CHAPTER XII.
PAUL SLEEPS ON HIS WATCH.
Farm Island was about two miles distant, and as the Fawn had the wind on the quarter, it required but a short time for her to reach her haven of safety. Under the high bluff on the seaward side of the island, the water was comparatively tranquil; and here Paul anchored.
"We are all right now," said he, with a feeling of relief, as he took in the foresail.
"When do you suppose we shall get home?" asked John.
"I don't know; we will not borrow any trouble, so long as we are in a place of safety."