"The hot sun is beginning to make my head ache." Sam's head also ached, but he said nothing.

Nobody knew what to suggest.
"One thing is certain; we can't remain out on the bosom of the ocean," said Dick.
"Better continue to pull southward," came from old Jerry.

"There are lots of islands down that way.

The map is full of 'em." "Yes, the map is full of them," answered Dick.

"But a quarter of an inch on the map means a hundred miles or two in reality." Yet it was decided to row on, trusting to luck to strike some island, either large or small.