“But what about currents and all that?” queried Bowler, who knew a little physical geography. “Doesn’t the Gulf Stream hang about somewhere there?”
“Very likely,” said Gayford; “all the better for us too; for I fancy the island is on it, so if we once get into it we’re bound to turn up right.”
“Anyhow,” said Bowler, who was not quite convinced, “I suppose one could easily get all that sort of thing up.”
“Oh, of course. But, I say, old man, what do you say?”
“Well,” said Bowler, digging his hands into his pockets and taking another survey of the chart, “I’m rather game, do you know!”
“Hurrah!” said Gayford. “I know we shall be all right if we get you.”
“Who do you mean by we?” asked Bowler.
“Ah, that’s another point. I haven’t mentioned it to any one yet; but we should want about half a dozen fellows, you know.”
“Don’t have Burton,” said Bowler.
“Rather not; nor Wragg—but what do you say to Wallas?”