“I wun’t mind anyone killin’ an’ eatin’ me,” said Ginger.
“I’ve nothin’ to kill you with, anyway, so it’s no good talkin’ about it,” said William.
“Seems to me,” said Ginger raising his head from his gloomy contemplation of the waves, “that we keep changin’ the d’rection we’re goin’ in. We’ll like as not end at America or China or somewhere.”
“An’ our folks’ll think we’re drowned.”
“We’ll prob’ly find gold mines in China or somewhere an’ make our fortunes.”
“An’ we’ll come home changed an’ old an’ they won’t know us.”
Their spirits rose.
Suddenly William called excitedly, “I see land! Jus’ look!”
They were certainly rapidly nearing land.
“Thank goodness,” murmured Ginger.