Presently the true explanation came to him.

The tide had turned between the time the _Follow Me's_ crowd had gone ashore and the time that Perry had reached that boat, and Cas had not allowed for the fact that the cruiser had swung around! "Well," he said wearily, "I guess I've got to row across again." "Too bad," sympathised one of the men.

"It's most a mile.

Guess, though, you'll be able to see your way pretty soon.

This fog's burning off fast." Out of sight of the men Perry again laid his oars down and reached behind him for the can of milk.