“How far from here, do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, what do you think? I didn’t suppose you knew.”
“Maybe four or five miles.”
“That’s good,” said Nelson. “Maybe the storm will die out before we get to it. I’d hate to be arrested for knocking the paint off an island.”
“Very careless of Robin to leave his old island around like this,” said Dan, in a pathetic attempt to be merry.
“What’s that noise?” asked Tom.
They listened, and,
“Them’s waves!” cried Will. “We’re runnin’ aground!”