There was little wind, however, and the light breeze soon dropped to a dead calm.

Doctor Joe unshipped the rudder and began sculling, while the boys laboured at the long oars.

At length the tide began running in, and progress was so slow that it was decided to go ashore and await a turn of the tide or a breeze.
"Lem Horn lives just back o' that island," said David, indicating a small wooded island.

"We might stop and bide there till a breeze comes, and see un." In accordance with the suggestion Doctor Joe turned the boat inside the island, and there, on the mainland in the edge of a little clearing and not a hundred yards distant, stood Lem Horn's cabin.

It was a secluded and peculiarly lonely spot, hidden by the island from the few boats that plied the Bay.