s hard to find that as it's going to be to
locate the other now. Still, we'll have to do the best we can.
It's your watch, Mr. Carr. Keep her as near as you can about as
she is while this wind holds. We'll have a bit to eat now."

The captain dealt out the food and the supply of water. The amount
of the latter was very small, as they did not have many casks in
which to store a supply for their voyage. Still, no one
complained, even Mr. Tarbill being too stunned by what he had done
to find any fault.

The day passed slowly, and the breeze kept up. But whether they
were being urged on toward the island, or whether the wind had
shifted and was bearing them in another direction, was something no
one could tell. A deeper gloom than any that had prevailed since
the shipwreck fell upon them all.

When it got dark and the stars came out Captain Spark was able to
direct the boat to a little better advantage, but when morning
came, after the long darkness, during which no one had slept well,
they found themselves on a vast, heaving expanse of water.

"Where are we?" asked Mr. Tarbill. "Is the island in sight?"

Captain Spark swept the horizon with his glasses.

"There's not a sail to be seen," he said, "and no sign of land. I
thought we would raise the island by this morning."

"Then don't you know where we are?" asked the nervous man.

"I haven't the least idea, except that we are somewhere on the
Pacific Ocean."

The captain spoke rather hopelessly.

"Never mind," said Bob cheerfully. "We've got food enough for a
week, and by that time something may happen."

"Yes, something may," said Mr. Carr, with a gloomy look.

"That's the way to talk, Bob," exclaimed the captain. "Never say
die. We'll cheat old Davy Jones and his locker yet."

Indeed, Bob's cheerfulness under trying circumstances was something
that the captain had marked with satisfaction. The very character
of the boy had undergone a change because of what he had been
through. He seemed to have grown older and to have a fitting idea
of responsibility. Bob was beginning to realize that life was not
all play.

It was rather hopeless sailing now, not knowing whether they were
headed right or not. Still they kept on. They ate all they
wanted, for the food was more plentiful than water, and they knew
if worst came to worst they could live for several days without
victuals, but not without water.

Slowly the time dragged on. Nobody aboard