I'll stick to it as long as I can, for it may be useful; but if needs be, it must follow yours." "Which way do you think the shore lies ?" Hugh asked, after having, with a sigh of regret, loosed his sword belt and let it go.
"I have no idea, Hugh.

It's no use swimming now, for with nothing to fix our eyes on, we may be going round in a circle.

All we need do is to keep ourselves afloat till the mist clears up, or daylight comes." For an hour they drifted quietly.
Hugh exclaimed, "I hear a voice." "So do I, Hugh.

It may be on shore, it may be in a boat.

Let us make for it in either case." In five minutes they saw close ahead of them a large boat, which, with its sail hanging idly by the mast, was drifting downstream.
Two boatmen were sitting by the tiller, smoking their pipes.
"Heave us a rope," Hugh said in Dutch.