But now I suppose you will take me home in your boat, and the sooner we get off the better, for it is growing late." "You needn't be in a hurry," said I, "for I am not going off until my friend comes back.

You gave him a good long walk to the other end of the island." "Indeed!" said Mr.Chipperton.

"How was that ?" Then I told him all about it.
"Do you think that the flat-boat is likely to be there yet ?" he asked.
"It's gone, long ago," said I; "and I'm afraid Rectus has lost his way, either going there or coming back." I said this as much to myself as to my companion, for I had walked back a little to look up the path.

I could not see far, for it was growing dark.

I was terribly worried about Rectus, and would have gone to look for him, but I was afraid that if I left Mr.Chipperton he would go off with the boat.
Directly Mr.Chipperton set up a yell.
"Hi! hi! hi!" he cried.
I ran down to the pier, and saw a row-boat approaching.
"Hi!" cried Mr.Chipperton.