“We’ll just have to guess at it,” was the answer. “If we get where Tommy can hear the whistle we’ll be doing all right.”
Several minutes passed. Then came another caution from the bow.
“Land on the port bow,” called Dan. “Hold her off a bit more, Bob.”
“All right,” said Dan a moment later. “Can’t see anything now. Seems to me, though, we ought to be far enough.”
“I guess we are,” answered Bob dryly. “We’re out on the bar, I should say.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you feel the swells? If we aren’t in the Sound we’re pretty near it.”
“But how can we be? We’ve been going up the river toward New London, haven’t we?”
“I thought we had, but we haven’t, I guess. Say, Nel, come up here a minute.”
Nelson appeared and agreed with Bob.