Look for yourself: it's rushing along, and there are twice as many rocks.

I say, Ladle, we had better get out of this as soon as we can." Mike said nothing, but he evidently agreed, and sat there steering with his oar over the stern, his teeth set and his brow knit, gazing straight ahead for the many dangers by which they had to pass, before, to their great relief, the last seemed to be past, and they had time to turn their attention toward the shore.
"It's easy enough now," said Vince.

"Why, that's North Point, and the Scraw must be half a mile behind!" The current was now setting right in, as if to cross the most northern point of the island; and knowing from old experience that it was possible to get into a return current close beneath the north cliffs, they steered in, and, the breeze freshening a little, they gradually glided out of the swift race which had been bearing them along, and in a few minutes were about a hundred yards from the cliffs, in deep water, and were being carried slowly in the opposite direction--that is, back towards the place they sought to examine.
"Well, that's right enough," said Vince; "it's a regular backwater, and just what we wanted.

We shall do it this time." "Think there's any danger ?" said Mike.
"Not if it keeps like this," replied Vince.

"We'll go on, won't we ?" Mike nodded; and making short tacks, helped by the gentle current which was running well inside the rocks, about which they could see the tide surging, they by degrees approached the range of cliffs which they felt must be the outer boundary of the little cove.
"This is grand," said Vince, as they drew nearer.