climbed up on the top of the water cask and gazed eagerly around in all directions.
Not a boat was in sight.
"See anything?" asked Phil.
"Nothing but water and sky," was the reply. "We must shift for ourselves and no mistake."
Luckily for us the planks we had lashed together were of sufficient buoyancy to cause the doors above them to ride clear of the waves, so we were comparatively free from the wash of the sea, although occasionally a wave broke over the flooring.
"We will lash the cask fast," said I, "and then fasten the box of provisions on top of it."
"That's a good idea," replied the cabin boy. "If the water strikes the food it won't be of much account."
We did as I had suggested, first, however, drawing sufficient water from the cask to last us for the day.
"Now if we could hoist a sail we'd be all right," said Phil.
"Let us see if we can't raise the oar between the doors. I think if we can, we can tie some ropes fast to steady it and put the sail on it."
"We haven't any boom."
"Maybe we can split off a side of one of the doors and make one."
"We can try," responded Phil. "We ain't got
