When, however, they had passed the comparatively calm waters in the estuary, and were rounding the cliffs, poor Angel forgot his sport, and sat as one paralyzed, gazing at the sight of the waves beating against the shore line. George went up to him, and spoke encouragingly, and it was fully a half hour before he was restored to his usual calm. Then, apparently, he noticed for the first time the peculiar rocking motion of the vessel. Every time it swayed to the right or to the left he would give that peculiar chuckle which always indicated delight.
They went around the point to the east, and passed down the coast in a southerly direction, going as far as the cape north and east of the mouth of South River.
"Steer for the shore, George; steer for the shore; what is that to the right?" said Harry, pointing to the beach.
"It looks like a boat, sure enough."
As the wind was coming directly from the shore they had to depend on the oars to bring the vessel around, and as they came in could distinctly make out the side of a boat lying among debris, in an inclined position, against a rather steep beach.
"It is our boat, Harry." The moment their vessel came alongside, Angel jumped off and leaped over to the boat on the shore. Evidently he also had recognized it.
"Well, isn't this a find?"
"How long do you suppose this has been here? I am glad we gave Angel an outing."
"Shall we take it with us?"
"Yes; if we have to carry it overland," was Harry's reply.