"Why, we started to go on a fishing picnic, and there wasn't any fog when we started. Father and all the ladies and gentlemen are in the other boat, and we've got all the provisions. We were going to an island somewhere—I don't know where—to have dinner, and to go fishing; but the fog came up, and we got lost, and we're so frightened!"
"I ain't lost very much," said the Bay boy; "that is, I can find my way back to the shore by the wind; but I hain't got no compass, and I don't feel very sure about fetching the island."
"When did the fog come up?" asked Charley.
"About three hours ago. It come up from the south-west, and if you've come that way, you've had it longer than we have."
"I don't exactly see how we can help you," said Charley to the girl who had spoken to him; "but we'll all be delighted to do anything we can. If you like, we'll keep together, and try to find the island."
"Oh, I do wish you would!" exclaimed the girl. "It's so dreadful to be all alone in this awful fog."
"Do you know how the island bears from the place where you started from?" Charley asked the Bay boy.
"Put me back there, and give me a compass, and I could hit it to an inch. Just try me once."
"We've got a compass," said Charley. "Let's run over to the shore and get our bearings, and then we'll head for the island."
This proposal delighted the girls, and accordingly both boats set their sails again, and running side by side, soon reached the shore. The Bay boy declared that he now knew exactly where he was, and what course to steer for the island.