"That means our only hope lies in Sturgeon Island, don't it?" Bumpus
asked.

"Looks that way," Thad told him.

"But that don't seem so far on the map; you, just put your finger on the
same, Thad; and if she's close enough to do that, hadn't we ought to see
that island, ahead somewhere?"

"Suppose you take the glasses and look," suggested the pilot, who was
busy with the engine that had stopped short again, and needed coaxing to
take up its burden once more, "It's rather hazy, you'll notice, so that
you couldn't be sure of anything more than three miles away, I reckon;
but tell us what lies de ahead, will you, Bumpus?"

A minute later, and the fat scout cried out in considerable excitement:

"I can see land ahead, sure I can, fellows!"

"That must be the island, then," rejoined Thad, busily engaged.

"Our only hope, so we had ought to call it our island," Davy went on to
say, as he deliberately took the glasses from Bumpus, and glued the
smaller end of the same to his own eyes.

Then in turn everybody but Thad had to have a chance to look; and in the
end it was the consensus of opinion that Bumpus had spoken only the
truth when he said there were positive evidences of some sort of land
ahead.