The river stretched to broad lengths; gulls were on the grey water, knots of seaweed, and the sea-foam curled in advance of us.
'By jingo!' Temple spoke out, musing, 'here's a whole day struck out of our existence.' 'It can't be!' said I, for that any sensible being could be tricked of a piece of his life in that manner I thought a preposterous notion.
But the sight of a lessening windmill in the West, shadows eastward, the wide water, and the air now full salt, convinced me we two had slept through an entire day, and were passing rapidly out of hail of our native land.
'We must get these fellows to put us on shore at once,' said Temple: 'we won't stop to eat.

There's a town; a boat will row us there in half-an-hour.

Then we can wash, too.

I've got an idea nothing's clean here.

And confound these fellows for not having the civility to tell us they were going to start!' We were rather angry, a little amused, not in the least alarmed at our position.