For a time it looked very much as if, after all the explorers would reach their destination.
But presently--just, indeed, as the explorers had started a small football match (Association rules), Classics against Moderns, to keep themselves warm, the fickle breeze shifted, and sent the "Cock-House" lumbering inshore a mile or so north of the river-mouth.

The Classics had just scored their 114th goal as she grounded, and it was declared by common consent that the voyage was at an end.
Luckily, she came ashore near to a little creek, into which, by prodigious haulings and shovings, she was turned; and here, in a rude way, they succeeded in mooring her until a more convenient season.
The call-over bell was just beginning to ring when the nine mariners got back to Fellsgarth.
Great cheering was going on on the Green, and boys were crowding together discussing some great news.
"What is it ?--Rollitt turned up ?" asked the juniors.
"No; haven't you heard?
Yorke and Stratton went up to look for him on Hawk's Pike.

They didn't find him, but _they got to the top_!" "Got to the top! One of our chaps got to the top of Hawk's Pike.
Hurroo.

Yell, you chaps.

Bravo, Yorke! Bully for Fellsgarth!" "I wish they'd found Rollitt, all the same," said Fisher minor; "I'm afraid he's gone for good." "Not he.