The trouble with a dingey, he decided, was that while it might do excellently as a bathtub, it was certainly never meant for rowing.

The oars were so short that the best strokes he was capable of sent the boat ahead scarcely more than three or four feet, and, being almost as broad as it was long, the tender constantly showed a tendency to go any way but straight ahead.

While he had been aboard the _Follow Me_ the fog had again taken on its amber hue and now was unmistakably thinning out.

But it was still thick enough to hide objects thirty feet away and Perry couldn't for the life of him be certain that he was sending his craft toward the beach.

To be sure he had started out in the general direction of the shore, as indicated by Cas, but there was always the possibility that he was rowing stronger with one oar than the other.