"Land!" he cried, so loud that everyone awoke.
"Blamed if it ain't," said Toby, and put on his white derby hat, considering that he had thereby dressed himself for the day.
All the others sat bolt upright, and stared across the smooth blue sea, sparkling in the sunlight.
Not more than a quarter of a mile away rose a tall black cliff straight up out of the water. It stretched away on either hand for miles and miles, and came to an end in the ocean at the right hand and the left, so that it was probably the side of an island. The sea rolled up and down at the foot of the cliff, making a beautiful white splash against the rocks.
"But how on earth," said Aunt Amanda, "are we ever to get ashore on such a place as that?"
"We're moving towards it," said Freddie.
"Blamed if we ain't," said Toby. "We'll soon know whether we can get ashore or not."
They moved very slowly, and it was a long time before they came close enough to the cliff to see what their chances of a landing might be. They floated at last within two or three hundred yards of the cliff.
It was very dangerous looking; the waves rolled over huge black rocks at its foot and broke in white foam against its side; it seemed the last place in the world for a landing.
A great swell rolled in from the sea and brought them nearer the breakers.