At the edge of the haze, an island loomed indistinctly and by and by Thirlwell turned to Agatha.
"There's a good beach behind the point and shelter among the rocks," he said in a breathless voice.

"Would you like to stop ?" "How long should we have to stop ?" He looked up at the moving cloud, which was fringed with ragged streamers.
"I imagine we wouldn't get off again to-day." "Then we'll go on," said Agatha.
Thirlwell signed to the _Metis_, who had slackened their efforts, and the foam swirled up at the bows as they drove the paddles through the water..