In which comfortable conviction they accomplished another half-mile.
Then to their satisfaction, and somewhat to Dick’s self-satisfaction, they heard a low noise ahead, which they knew must be the sea.
“I thought it would bring us out,” said Dick. “When once we get at the sea, we can’t help finding Templeton.”
“Unless we take a wrong turn to start with, and then we shall have to walk all round England before we turn up.”
“Shut up, Georgie, we’ve had foolery enough for one night.”
Heathcote collapsed, and another mile brought the two wanderers to the sea.
Luckily for them, the rising moon came to their rescue in deciding whereabouts they were.
“Not far out,” said Dick, “there’s the Sprit Rock; two miles more will do it.”
“I shan’t be sorry when I’m in bed,” said Heathcote.
“I shan’t be sorry when I see Tom White hung. I say, we may as well have a dip before we go on.”