necks showing. Then they too lifted themselves from the water and flew after the first.
“Shall we land?” said Roger.
“It’s nothing but stones,” said John.
“Let’s get back and make tea,” said the mate.
“Ready about!” called John, and Swallow swung round. He let the sheet out, and Swallow ran for the southern end of their own island. As Captain John luffed up into the opening through the outer rocks, Susan brought the sail down, and they paddled Swallow safely through into her little sheltered harbour.
After supper they took the telescope up to the Lookout Point. Until it grew too dark, they could just see the cormorants on the tree on Cormorant Island. But they would not have known what they were if they had not seen them from close to. They lay there, making plans as if they were going to be on the island all their lives.