"I say, what a game if he saw the boat going along, and took out his old glass to try and make out what craft it was ?" "But he isn't this side," said Mike.

"I say, think there are any rocks out here ?--because I don't know them." "I don't think there can be," said Vince.

"Remember coming out here with your father a year ago ?" "Yes," said Mike; "but we were half a mile farther out, because he said something about the current." "Well, of course I don't know," said Vince; "but the water looks smooth and deep.

We should soon see it working and boiling up if there were any rough rocks at the bottom." "Or near the top," said Mike thoughtfully.

"Now, look: oughtn't we to be seeing the ridge over the Scraw by this time ?" "Not yet," replied Vince, who was carefully scanning the coast now.
"We've only just passed the point; and it must be yonder, farther along." They both scanned the cliffs very carefully, but they all looked much the same--grey, forbidding, and grand, as they towered up from the water, nowhere showing a place where any one could land.
"I say," cried Vince suddenly, "we're going along at a pretty good rate, aren't we ?" "Yes, I was thinking so.