“Anything.”
“People are stupid.”
“Idiotic.”
“We must have a gun.”
“We must.”
They listened again to the gurgling and “guggling,” the bubbles, and kiss, kiss of the wavelets.
“We’re a long way now,” said Mark presently. “Can we see land?”
“See land! We lost sight of land months ago. I should think not. Look up there.”
Bevis was watching the top of the mast, tracing its line along the sky, where white filmy clouds were floating slowly. Mark opened his drowsy eyes and looked up too.
“No land in sight,” said he. “Nothing but sky and clouds,” said Bevis. “How far are we from shore?”