“I’m not much for waiting,” said John. “I’m going to see if I can’t find that boat.”
Several times John ceased rowing and the boys united in calls and shouts and finally joined in a shrill whistle.
Their efforts, however, were still unavailing and the conviction steadily deepened in their minds that they were lost on Lake Huron.
“If we stay where we are,” suggested Fred at last, “we can get back to Mackinac Island in the morning.”
“In which direction do you think Mackinac Island is?” demanded John.
“It’s off yonder,” said Fred, pointing to his right.
“You’re dead wrong, Fred. It’s right off here,” affirmed John, pointing as he spoke in the direction opposite to that which Fred had selected.
“You’ll have to go around the world,” declared Fred, “before you get to Mackinac Island, if you follow the direction you suggest.”
“Maybe we will, but I have got these oars and I’m going to try it,” declared John.
Fred laughed derisively and did not make any offer to relieve his friend.