Noon
Little white gulls , with red legs and beaks , came dipping over the water , solemnly wondering at the intruders . The morning mists rolling along before the resistless monarch of day confused the visible world for a time , so that between refraction and reflection and buoyant spirits Victor Ravenshaw felt that at last he had found the realms of fairyland , and a feeling of certainty that he should soon rescue his brother filled him with exultation . But the exultation was premature . Noon found them toiling on , and still no trace of the fugitives was to be seen . `` What if we have overshot them ? '' said Victor . `` Impossible , '' answered Ian , `` the shore is too open for that , and I have been keeping a sharp look-out at every bend and bay . ''