It was more than time for Rectus to return.

The walk to the end of the island and back was not much over a mile--at least, I supposed it was not.

Could anything have happened to the boy?
It was not yet sunset, and I couldn't imagine what there was to happen.
After waiting about half an hour longer, I heard a distant sound of oars.

I ran to the landing and looked down the creek.

A boat with a man in it was approaching.