CHAPTER XXI.
NIGHT ON THE HASTY.
After the sail was rigged and the rudder lashed in position, we took our first meal on the raft. I was hungry, but fearful of exhausting our stock of provisions before we reached land or help of some kind, I ate no more than was absolutely necessary, and the cabin boy did the same.
"What will we name the raft?" asked Phil, as he held a cup of water aloft.
I thought an instant.
"How would the Hasty do?"
"Just the thing!" he cried. "We were mighty hasty in building her. The Hasty she is."
And by drinking the water he so named the raft upon which we passed so many anxious hours.
It must have been near eleven o'clock before the morning meal was concluded. By this time the sun was almost overhead, and poured down hotly upon us.
"This won't do," I said, feeling my face nearly
