But all the time Drinian was steadily steering to the arboard， like tiresome people in cars who continue at orty miles an hour while you are explaining to them that hey are on the wrong road.
“They‘re right， Drinian，” said Caspian. “Why don’t you ring her head round and make for the western stream？” “As your Majesty pleases，” said Drinian a little shortly. He ad had an anxious day with the weather yesterday， and hedidn‘t like advice from landsmen. But he altered course； and it turned out afterwards that it was a good thing he did.
By the time they had finished watering， the rain was over and Caspian， with Eustace， the Pevensies， and Reepicheep， decided to walk up to the top of the hill and see what could be seen. It was a stiffish climb through coarse grass and heather and they saw neither man nor beast， except seagulls. When they reached the top they saw that it was a very small island， not more than twenty acres； and from this height the sea looked larger and more desolate than it did from the deck， or even the fighting top， of the Dawn Treader.
