"Why, Ready, the corner of the turtle-pond just touches the right wall of the house," replied William. "So it does; that will do; and now let us pull away as hard as we can, so as to be back in good time." They soon were on the south side of the island, and pulling up along the shore. "How far do you think that it is by water, Ready?" "I hardly know; but at least four or five miles, so we must make up our minds to a good hour's pull. At all events, we shall sail back again with this wind, although there is but little of it." "We are in very deep water now," observed William, after a long silence. "Yes, on this side of the island we must expect it; the coral grows to leeward only. I think that we cannot be very far from the little harbour we discovered. Suppose we leave off rowing for a minute, and look about us." "There are two rocks close to the shore, Ready," said William, pointing, "and you recollect there were two or three rocks outside of the harbour." "Very true, William, and I should not wonder if you have hit upon the very spot. Let us pull in." They did so; and, to their satisfaction, found that they were in the harbour, where the water was as smooth as a pond. "Now, then, William, we will step the mast, and sail back at our leisure." "Stop one moment, Ready; give me the boat-hook. I see something between the clefts of the rocks." Ready handed the boat-hook to William, who, lowering it down into the water, drove the spike of iron at the end of it into a large crayfish, which he hauled up into the boat. "That will be an addition to our dinner," said Ready; "we do not go back empty-handed, and, therefore, as the saying is, we shall be more welcome; now, then, let us start, for we must pull here again this afternoon, and with a full cargo on board." They stepped the mast, and as soon as they had pulled the boat clear of the harbour, set sail, and in less than an hour had rejoined the party at the house.