“You’re sure this is the spot?” said Grant.
“I know it is,” said George, confidently. “There is no doubt of it.”
“See any footprints around?” asked Fred.
“None at all,” replied John. “What do you think of it all?”
“What do you think, Grant?” inquired George. Grant was always the one to whom the other boys turned when there was any question to be settled.
Grant stood on the beach and gazed fixedly out to sea.
“What are you looking at?” demanded John.
“I’m looking at our boat,” replied Grant quietly.
“What!” exclaimed Fred. “Where is it?”
“Right out there,” said Grant, pointing to a white speck that could be faintly seen far out on the water.