“In these places ships get burnt by the sun sometimes.”
Another short silence. “Is it time to take a look-out, captain?”
“Yes, I think so,” said the captain. Mark crept up in the bow.
“You’re steering too much to the right—that way,” he cried, holding out his right arm. “Is that better?”
“More over.”
“There.”
“Right.”
As the boat fell off a little from the wind obeying the tiller, Bevis, now the foresail was out of his line of sight could see the Unknown Island. They were closer than they had thought.
“Shall we land on Serendib?”
“O! no—on your island,” said Mark. “Steer as close to the cliff as you can.”