They drank from the lake when thirsty, for the water was pure and cold. After finishing their frugal meal the two lay back to rest. Frank watched the clouds passing over for a time, but finally his eyes closed and he slept.
“Here, get up!” he heard some one say close to his ear.
Jerry was yawning and stretching. The sun seemed to be pretty well down the first half of the western heavens.
“How long have we been asleep here?” demanded Jerry, curiously.
“I’m ashamed to say several hours. It’s now three,” laughed his comrade.
“Then we’d better be on the jump if we expect to get around the blessed old island to-day. I won’t hear of going back after starting out with such a grand hurrah.”
Frank was quite of the same opinion. Accordingly the two pedestrians began to move along their way, following the shore line save in certain places where something out of the usual run attracted their attention.
All the while they were on the keen watch for any signs that would indicate the presence of human beings on the island.
Being able to keep track of their progress by watching the shore of the mainland, they knew when they had reached a point half way around.
“Now we’re on the home stretch,” announced Jerry, as he looked over the lake in the direction of its southern terminus, not more than a quarter of a mile off.