“Same here,” said Fred thankfully. “I wonder what they’d do to you.”
“Well, I’m not curious enough to find out,” said George grimly. “They can’t touch us here in the boat, anyway.”
“That’s true enough,” said Grant. “I say we don’t waste any more time looking at them, either. Personally, I’d rather be ashore.”
Once more the oars were dipped into the water and the voyage was continued. The sharks also came along and their fins could be seen first on one side of the boat and then on the other; sometimes they appeared in front and sometimes astern. Relentlessly they followed, however, all the way to the shore.
As the boat came nearer the land the boys got more of an idea of the place they were approaching.
“I don’t see any houses,” remarked John.
“Nor I,” agreed Fred. “It doesn’t look as if there was a human being on the island. It looks fertile enough, though.”
“Well, we’ll know all about it before long,” said Grant. “Where shall we land?”
“What’s the matter with that little harbor straight ahead?” said Fred.
“All right,” exclaimed Grant. “Steer us in there, Sam.”