"We shall learn soon where we are." In a quarter of an hour the fishing boat put off, and the lads at once rowed to it.
"How far are we from the mouth of the York River ?" Vincent asked the two negroes on board.
"About twenty miles, sah.

Where you come from ?" "We were off the mouth of the river, and were blown off in the gale." "You tink yourself bery lucky you get back," one of them said.

"Bery foolish to go out like dat when not know how to get back." "Well, we have managed to get back now, you see, and none the worse for it.

Now, Dan, up with the sail again." There was a light wind offshore, and all the reefs being shaken out the boat ran along fast.
"I should think we are going about five miles an hour, Dan.

We ought to be off the mouth of the river in four hours.