Listen." "Yes, I can hear," replied Mike; "but it sounds smothered-like." "Rocks between us, perhaps.

Now then: only whispers, mind!--close to the ear.

Don't let's lose our chance of getting away by telling them where we are.

I say!" "Yes." "If there was a boat anywhere near us, could you see it ?" Mike turned his eyes to right and left before answering: "Sure I couldn't on that side, and I don't think I could on this." "That's what I felt, and if we're lucky we'll escape them after all.
Now then, silence, and let's get the oars across and each take his place on the thwarts, ready to row hard if we are seen." Each from long practice felt for the thole-pins and placed them in their proper holes; then, softly taking up their oars, they laid them right across the boat, with handle standing out on one side, blade on the other, and waited in silence, with the boat gliding on.
At the end of about a quarter of an hour, during which minute by minute they had expected to be swept out into open water where the great Atlantic tide was rolling along by the solitary island, Mike whispered,-- "I say, the boat has turned quite round more than once.

Doesn't that account for the stars seeming different ?" "No, because we can tell we are sometimes going forward and sometimes back." "But look! we're going north now." "Yes, I know we are," said Vince; "and I'm beginning to know how it is." "Well, tell me.