"But there are no more continents to discover, Turly."
"So they said before America," said Turly.
"But nothing more is on the map; Miss Goodchild says so."
"She'll have to make new maps, then," said Turly, "after we have come back from our voyages."
They pottered about in the boat for a while, talking make-believe out-on-the-ocean talk, hauling sails and working the helm. Turly was captain, and Terry had to be the entire crew. At last Turly said:
"We don't sail a bit; we only joggle. Do you think I might untie the rope?"
"No, no!" cried Terry; "we're only pretending. You know we have neither oars nor sails."
"I suppose it is better not," said Turly, as a healthy sensation of hunger reminded him that he could hardly return from discovering a new continent before dinner.
However, the rope, as if it resented having been interfered with in doing its duty, now played them an unkind trick. It loosened from the ring of its own accord, and the boat, with the children in it, drifted away from the rocks.
The tide was going out, and the even waves carried the little bark far from land in the course of a very few minutes.