We've been away two hours!" "Not possible!" cried Errington, amazed, and wielding his oar vigorously.

"They'll think me horribly rude.

By Jove, they must be bored to death!" And, stimulated by the thought of the penance their friends were enduring, they sent the boat spinning swiftly through the water, and rowed as though they were trying for a race, when they were suddenly pulled up by a loud "Halloo!" and the sight of another boat coming slowly out from Bosekop, wherein two individuals were standing up, gesticulating violently.
"There they are!" exclaimed Lorimer.

"I say, Phil, they've hired a special tub, and are coming out to us." So it proved.

Duprez and Macfarlane had grown tired of waiting for their truant companions, and had taken the first clumsy wherry that presented itself, rowed by an even clumsier Norwegian boatman, whom they had been compelled to engage also, as he would not let his ugly punt out of his sight, for fear some harm might chance to befall it.