“But how are we going to get away from this place? Is this the mainland?”
“No, it’s an island. It is commonly called Western Duck Island.”
“Which means that there are other duck islands farther to the east and that we’re not on the mainland shore at all?” said Fred.
“Oh, no. You are several miles from shore. About all the island is good for is for hunting. A little later you might find a good many ducks here.”
“But we don’t want to be here until ‘a little later,’” protested Fred. “We want to leave right away.”
“Then I don’t see anything for you to do except to try to cross in your skiff.”
“Your Jap says it’s about forty miles from here to Mackinac.”
“If he says so then he probably is correct. I haven’t known Mike to be wrong many times.”
“We cannot sail back in our skiff,” explained John.
“Then I don’t see anything for you to do except to stay here and wait until you hail some boat that is passing.”