"Well, well, well, perhaps you are right, young gentleman, perhaps you are right.  You seem to have quite a gift for reasoning things out," replied the skipper, as he pocketed his map and hove himself up into a standing position.  "But it is high time that we should get under way, for the sun is setting, and we shall have all our work cut out to find our road back to the boat.  Do you think you will be able to find the gig, Cupid?"