Boston. Per'aps you tink de cook is worth glass ob grog?"

Tom took the hint, and divided a couple of bottles of wine among the
party, which assisted to put them in good spirits. They sat round the
fire, yarns were told and songs were sung, but their heads soon began to
nod, and they were glad to seek the shelter of the tent. As the island
was uninhabited, Tom did not consider it necessary to set a watch;
indeed, had any one of the party made the attempt, the probabilities
were that he would have been unable to keep his eyes open.

CHAPTER FIVE.

SEARCH FOR AND FIND THE BOAT--RETURN IN HER TO THE WRECK--FIND MORE
STORES, AND BUILD A RAFT--CARRY IT TO THE SHORE, AND GO BACK TO BREAK UP
THE WRECK FOR BUILDING A VESSEL--ONCE MORE GETTING BACK THEY FIND THE
DOCTOR WORKING AT A STILL--ANOTHER TRIP--IT COMES ON TO BLOW HARD--REACH
SHORE--THE STILL SUCCESSFUL--THE GALE INCREASES--ITS EFFECTS ON THE
WRECK--MORE STORES SAVED--SEEDS FOUND AND SOWN--A FLAG-STAFF SET UP--
PLANS FOR THEIR PROPOSED VESSEL--ENGAGED IN SHOOTING AND FISHING--
DISCOVER A MARINE POULTRY-YARD--BILLY AND THE EGGS--SUCCESSFUL FISHING--
SEEDS SOWN.

Tom, who was always the first on foot, roused up his companions.

"Do let a fellow have his sleep out," murmured Billy; "we have got
nothing to do."

"We've plenty to do," answered Tom. "We've got to look out for water,
and if we find it to build a hut, and ascertain what food the island
produces, and try to go back to the wreck and bring off more stores, and
put up a flag-staff, and fifty other things."

"Well, I didn't think of all that," said Billy, sitting up. "Dear me,
dear me! here we are, on another desert island; with the chances of
remaining all our born days."

"Better than being at the bottom of the sea, or crunched up by sharks,"
observed Desmond, "or than being cast on shore among cannibals, who
would have cooked and eaten us at the first opportunity. It is not a
barren island either, for there are cocoa-nut trees, and there may be
other fruits or roots. We shall probably also be able to catch plenty
of fish."

"If we could get hold of some fine fat turtle, it would be more to the
purpose," said Billy. "Pat makes capital turtle soup. I'm glad he
escaped."

"I am afraid the turtle have done laying their eggs by this time,"
observed the doctor. "They only come on shore for that purpose, and we
are not likely to catch them otherwise, so you must give up all thoughts
of revelli