"
"That's it, sure enough," Tom agreed, as he gazed in the direction
in which Watkins was pointing. "There's a gleam of sunshine on it,
or we shouldn't have seen it yet. Yes, I think you are about right
as to the distance. Now let us take its bearings, we may lose it
again directly."
Having taken the bearings of the island they went below, and marked
off their position on the chart, and they shaped their course for
Cape Grosnez, the northwestern point of Jersey. The gleam of sunshine
was transient--the clouds closed in again overhead, darker and
grayer than before. Soon the drops of rain came flying before the
wind, the horizon closed in, and they could not see half a mile
away, but, though the sea was heavy, the Seabird was making capital
weather of it, and the two friends agreed that, after all, the
excitement of a sail like this was worth a month of pottering about
in calms.
"We must keep a bright lookout presently," the skipper said; "there
are some nasty rocks off the coast of Jersey. We must give them
a wide berth. We had best make round to the south of the island,
and lay to there till we can pick up a pilot to take us into St.
Helier. I don't think it will be worth while trying to get into
St. Aubyn's Bay by ourselves.
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