It was now fiercely hot, and all hands perspired freely.
By the end of the afternoon the boys were worn out, and had to give up rowing.

The girls were dozing in the stern, having covered their heads with a thin shawl, stretched from one gunwale to another.

Tom and Sam were dizzy from the glare of the sun on the water.
"Another day like this will set me crazy," said the youngest Rover.
"I'd give ten dollars for a pair of blue goggles." Old Jerry had been looking intently to the westward.

Now he pointed in that direction.
"See that trail of smoke," he said.

"Unless I am mistaken a steamship is sailing toward us!" "A steamship!" cried Tom, and the words awoke the girls.