'Tisn't much of a pull." Ford would have pulled it now if he had blistered all the skin off his hands in doing so; and he did very creditable work for some minutes, among the turns and windings of the narrow inlet.
"Here we are," shouted Dabney at last.

"We are in the inlet yet, but it widens out into the bay." "That's the bay, out yonder ?" "Yes; and the island between that and the ocean's no better'n a mere bar of sand." "How d'you get past it ?" "Right across there, almost in a straight line.

We'll run it next week in Ham's yacht.

Splendid weak-fishing right in the mouth of that inlet, on the ocean side." "Hurrah!" exclaimed Ford, "I'm in for that.

Is the bay deep ?" "Not very," replied Dabney; "but it gets pretty rough sometimes." Ford was getting pretty red in the face just then, with his unaccustomed exercise; and his friend added,-- "You needn't pull so hard: we're almost there.