“Let’s row for shore,” exclaimed John, doing his best to change the subject.
“That’s what I say,” agreed George, who had now picked himself up and had taken hold of his oar once again. “I want to feel some good old earth under my feet for a change.”
“That’s right,” said Grant. “Let’s not waste any time.”
They dug their oars into the water and with renewed energy set out for the distant shore. Now and again they turned around and looked ahead in an effort to discover the character of the land they were approaching. It was still far away, however, and not much idea could be had of it.
“It’s an island all right,” said John confidently.
“Probably,” agreed Grant. “I don’t think we were very near the mainland when the Josephine burned.”
“Look there,” cried Fred all at once. “Look back of the boat there.”
Every one immediately stopped rowing and craned his neck to see what Fred was pointing out.
“What is it, Fred?” demanded George. “What do you see?”
“Don’t you see that fin?”