"Mud-turtles and lobsters! What makes you think that?"
"Clair Bay is full of them. Look at this."
Bob ran his fingers over the sheet.
"I'll bet we are just here," he said, indicating a position on the map.
"What! Nearly in the middle of the bay?" asked Tom, incredulously.
"Yes! And we may not see a boat for a week."
"Crusoe life with a vengeance, eh?" laughed the poet laureate. "What next on the programme?"
"The whole kit of us had better get back to Kingswood," came from Nat; "your dad, Somers, and my uncle will see that we do."
A breakfast was hastily eaten just about the time that the rosy tint of early morning began to disappear. Then the boys, in three parties, started on a tour of inspection.
Bob, Dave and Sam, in the course of an hour, reached a point on a high hill from whence the water of Clair Bay could be seen sweeping around in a wide curve to the west. They compared the coast line with the map, and found that it agreed exactly.