There was a lot of haze in the air, which made it look bluish and mysterious instead of rocky.
"It do indeed, sir," I said. "Could it be that city we be seeking?"
"Would that we had a boat!" said Greg, which might have been quite proper if he'd been somebody else, instead of Baroo.
We'd been sprawling on the sand again for quite a while, when Jerry suddenly jumped up and shouted:
"Glory! Look, Chris!" not at all like Terry Loganshaw.
I did look, and saw what he had seen. It was an empty boat, a sort of dinghy, bobbing and butting along beside the rocks a little way down the shore. We all ran helter-skelter, and Jerry pulled off his shoes like a flash and waded out and pulled the boat in.
"It's one of those old tubs from around the ferry-landing," he said. "It must