"It strikes me," interrupted Joe, "that we'd better find out where we are now before we lay plans for what we're going to do next week. We may sail around in this fog and never find the shore for three or four days. This must be a pretty big bay, for there's a regular long swell here."
"Oh, nonsense, Joe! we'll come to land in a few minutes now," replied Charley.
"You weren't with us the time we were lost in a fog on Brandt Lake. That's a little bit of a lake, but we rowed nearly all night before we struck the shore."
"Never mind about that now, Joe," said Tom. "We want to talk about Charley's plan for getting into the Sound. I'm in favor of it if it can be done, for it would be a great deal better than sailing back over the same ground twice."
"Same water, you mean," suggested Joe.
"Of course I do. Boats don't sail on the land, do they? Hullo! here is a young squall."
"And a very lively one it is. I wish it would blow the fog away," exclaimed Charley.
"It's getting chilly," said Harry. "I should like to get ashore and build a good fire.'"
"What do you say about going home through the Sound, Harry?" asked Charley.
"I say let's do it by all means, if we can."