“It does look interesting,” coincided Jo, who had gotten up to where he could see about.
Away off to the south, a distance of about five miles in a small harbor lay two ships, one of which, even at that distance, the boys had no difficulty in recognizing as the Marjorie. They were riding quietly at anchor, but there were small boats passing to and fro between the two vessels and the shore.
They also noted that the mountains extended to the south, with another range a little farther away, beyond which the ground sloped away again down to a nearly level plain, which ran away to the water’s edge. The mountains were heavily wooded, and the plains or more level surfaces, as well. To the east the mountains appeared to extend in an unbroken range to the shore.
“Well,” said the professor, when they had climbed down. “What did you find out?”
“The Marjorie is off there,” replied Tom.
“And another, vessel, too,” added Jo.
“Humph!” ejaculated the professor, “this doesn’t seem to be any place for us!”
“But what about Jim?” asked Tom.
“Oh, that’s another matter,” said the professor, in a whimsical way he had when confronted by a serious problem. “One thing at a time, you know.”
“How do you think they know we were here?” asked Berwick.