"But we were left on a lonely island once in Lake Huron," and he related a few particulars of their exciting experiences with the Baxters while on the Great Lakes.
Another downpour of rain cut off the talking, and Tom was kept busy bailing out the row-boat.

With three persons and the two dead goats the craft was pretty heavily loaded, and more than once the rising wind swept some water over the bow.
"I'd give a little to be ashore again," said Tom presently.

"It seems to me that the rain is shutting out everything." "We'll have to land again, lads," put in the captain, with a grave shake of his head.

"This wind is growing worse.

We don't want to be swamped." They turned to what they thought must be the direction of the nearest shore, but though they pulled with might and main for nearly quarter of an hour no land appeared.
"We're mixed," cried Sam.