It was that deep savage roar heard ever so far off." They ceased rowing again and again, but the sound was heard no more, and the captain began to talk rather anxiously to Mr Gregory as the sun grew low in the west, and it became evident that they had a long way yet to row.
"Tired, Mark ?" cried the captain.
"No, father," he replied, laughing; "but if you'll say hungry, I'll tell you: Yes, very." "Ah, well, I keep hoping that every headland we pass may bring us in sight of the camp! It cannot be very far now." "But suppose it isn't an island," said Mark; "we might be rowing right away." "Come, come," cried the captain cheerily; "you the son of a navigator, and talking like this.

Now, then, which way did we row when we started ?" "North-east," said Mark.
"And then ?" "North." "Yes, go on." "Then I think we went north-west." "Well, and after that ?" "West, father." "Then as we ran from the shark we went south, didn't we ?" "I don't know," said Mark.

"I was too intent on the way in which they were tearing him to pieces." "Well, you might have said you were too frightened to notice," said the captain, smiling.

"You need not have been ashamed.

But come now, which way are we going now ?" "Away from the sun," replied Mark, who felt no inclination to show that he had felt too much alarmed to take any notice of the direction they rowed.