pletely exhausted we sank down on the flooring and panted to get our breath.
There was no more sleep for us that night, so we both sat close together, and talked of what had struck us, and what damage it had done to the raft.
"The rudder is smashed," said Phil.
"Never mind, we can make another in the morning," I returned. "It's too dark to do anything now."
So we let the raft drift at will, trusting the wind was still blowing us toward the shore.
Slowly the night wore on, and at the first streak of dawn we were both in motion. It seemed a shame to rip up another part of the flooring to make a rudder. Yet there was no help for it. While doing so I noticed that the doors were unusually wet, but gave it no attention, thinking it had been caused by the raft dipping under when the vessel had struck us.
At last we began to get hungry, and Phil hauled some crackers from the provision box.
"They will make us mighty thirsty, and we haven't much water," he said. "But I hadn't time to hunt up just the best things to take along."
We ate our crackers, and when we had finished them I turned to the cask to get some water. I
