Splash!
Bevis was off again, paddling in deeper water. Mark was now close behind.
“There’s a coot; he’s gone into the sedges.”
“Parrots,” said Mark, as two wood-pigeons passed over.
“Which is the right channel?” said Bevis, pausing.
They had now reached the great mass of weeds which came to the surface, and through which it was impossible to move. There were two channels, one appeared to lead straight to the island, the other wound about to the right.
“Which did we come down in the Pinta, when we hid the catamarans?” said Mark.
“Stupe, that’s just what I want to know.”
“Go straight on,” said Mark; “that looks clearest.”
So it did, and Bevis went straight on; but when they had paddled fifty yards they both saw at once that they could not go much farther that way, for the channel curved sharply, and was blocked with weeds.