Chapter 15When I opened my eyes at dawn, two redbirds flew from the sunrise and toward the opposite horizon, where a bluish speck rose above the water. Arrow got up and looked at it, too, his mouth slack and eyes wide.
“Do I see green?” he asked.
It might have been his optimism speaking. Though the bluish speck did stand out from the blues of the lake and sky, I wouldn’t have called it green, let alone an island.
Too far away and too small to tell for sure, I wanted to believe it. What else could it be?
With a big smile, Arrow handed me an oar. We went to work. The weakness that had overwhelmed me yesterday gave way to a second wind. A good thing because our raft sunk halfway underwater, the reeds frayed, the bundles soggy, and the ropes stretched. In this condition, rowing required tw
