“I’ll have to say ‘don’t know’ to both questions. I’ve no more idea than you have.”
“But we didn’t row during the night, and we can’t have been so awfully far from her. In that case, why is it that we see no sign of her?”
“My theory is that we got caught in one of the ocean currents—may be in it yet—and were dragged from the vicinity of the submarine during the night. Then, too, we may have rowed in the wrong direction last night when first we discovered that we were lost.”
“That being the case, I don’t see what you have to look cheerful over.”
“You don’t? Well, I do. Suppose that’s an island over yonder. We can get up the sail and be there in a few hours.”
“What will we find when we get there? Sand and monkeys, I suppose.”
“There are no monkeys in the Bahamas, Tom, and so far as the island being a barren one is concerned, we shall have to take our chance on that.”
“I guess it’s worth trying, anyhow. We might as well do that as toss about out here.”
“Let’s hoist the sail then.”
This was quickly done, the canvas being of the leg-o’-mutton variety. Under the small sheet the little boat flew skimmingly over the waves.