“Why, don’t you know?” replied John. “We’re on board that boat that picked us up.”
“Oh, yes, I remember now. How are you?”
“All right I guess, though I feel as if I had been breaking stones or lifting weights all my life.”
“I guess you wouldn’t feel that way if you really had,” responded Fred lightly. “A fellow’s muscles would get used to the work if he had to do it all the time. Where do you suppose we are?”
“I haven’t any idea. We’re moving, though, all the time, that’s plain.”
“Yes, I can hear the swash of the water. I wonder if we are anywhere near Mackinac Island.”
“Let’s go up and find out,” suggested John and hastily the boys left their bunk and made their way to the deck.
The stars were shining and it was manifest to the boys that the morning light had not yet appeared.
Perceiving a man near the stern of the boat they at once approached him and made known their presence.
“Where are we?” inquired Fred.