tion of a love for raw pork. You have no notion how good it is when fairly believed in. Anyhow you 'll have to try, for it won't do to eat up all the biscuit, and have to feed at last on pure pork."
"I calls it impure pork," said Slagg; "hows'ever, capting, you 've on'y to give the word and we obey, P'r'aps the best way 'll be to put us on allowance."
This suggestion was at once acted on, and a considerable part of that bright day was spent by Sam and Robin in calculating how much pork should go to a biscuit, so that they should diminish in an equal ratio, and how much of both it would be safe to allow to each man per diem, seeing that they might be many days, perhaps even weeks, at sea. While the "officers" were thus engaged, Slagg and his friend Stumps busied themselves in making a mast and yard out of one of the planks—split in two for the purpose—and fitting part of their sail to the same.
Evening found them with the work done, a small sail hoisted on the rude mast, the remaining part of the canvas fitted more securely as a covering, and the apportioned meal before them. But the sail hung idly from its yard and flapped gently to and fro as the little ark rose and sank on the swell, for the calm still prevailed and the gorgeous
