Dan now took the bow oar, and they rowed until a light breeze sprang up.

Vincent then put up the mast, and, having hoisted the sail, took his place at the helm, while Dan went forward into the bow.

They passed several fishing boats, and the smoke was seen curling up from the huts in the clearings scattered here and there along the shore.

The sun had now risen, and its heat was pleasant after the damp night air.
Although the breeze was light, the boat made fair way with the tide, and when the ebb ceased, at about ten o'clock, the mouth of the river was but a few miles away.

The mast was lowered and the sails stowed.