A small steamer was ducking her way along near shore and they could almost see the spray tossing from the bow.
They found a nearer way to the top of the cliff and climbed to the summit and tried to decide just where they were, but even Steve was at a loss, although he was fairly certain that Englishman's Bay was well to the north, probably as far distant as six miles.

But, since from where they gazed islands and mainland melted into each other, even Wass Island was not determinate.

But after all it didn't much matter where they were.

In a calm sea they could reach the shore in the dingey if it became necessary, while a distress signal would undoubtedly be soon seen from the nearer head-land.

But Steve was not ready to call for aid yet, and together they made their way back to the beach and settled down philosophically to await evening and high tide.
With the prospect of release from their desert island to cheer them, waiting was not so hard.