LOST ISLAND
idea of being marooned did not seem so very terrible to him.
Dave looked at the colored fireman and the carpenter, and wondered how long they were to be his companions on that lonely isle.
Once this ordeal was over, the men set to work enthusiastically, preparing the boat for its journey. She was not built for sailing, but a mast, jib-boom, and cleats were soon rigged. When ready she was taken for a short trial-trip, and Captain Peters reported that she was good for any distance in fair weather.
Provisions and water to last three weeks, with care, were placed on board, and the castaways clambered into the boat while a steady easterly breeze was blowing.
The Kanaka sat on a rock, digging his bare toes into the silvery sand and looking utterly unmoved by these proceedings.
"Good-by, lads," said the skipper. "Don't get
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