"Let us ask God to take care of us!" "Of course He will; He walked on the sea.

Aren't we silly not to have thought of that before ?" They both slipped on their knees and cried out loudly: "God! God! Come to us and bring us back to shore!" Still the boat kept drifting away outward, while the shore they had left got farther and farther into the distance.
They were very cold by this time, but fortunately the day remained calm and clear, and there were still some hours to come of winter daylight.
At last, after a period that seemed to them a whole day long, Turly turned his head and gave a wild shout of triumph.
"Hurrah!" he cried; "here's my continent." Terry looked round, and there, truly, was land on the other side of them to which their backs had been turned while they were straining their eyes towards home.
"It's an island," said Terry.

"Nurse often said there were islands out here.

How are we going to catch on to it ?" "The tide is taking us slap up against it," said Turly.

A few minutes later they went bang into a rock; the boat made a somersault, flung the children high and dry, and "ran off with itself, laughing", as Turly said afterwards.
When they were able to pick themselves up, and to look around, they perceived that the rock on which they were perched was right in the little harbour of an island.