"Den," continued Ike, as he smacked his lips, "I'd like to be a settin' down to a table in dat house."
"Ha!" cried Wah.
"An'—an' I'd like to hab dat table filled way up wid good tings, an' me a settin' dar free to pile in all I wanted——"
"Dat am belly nice," said Wah.
"Den arter I'd eat, an' eat an' eat, till I couldn't more'n stan', I'd have some one pick me up and tote me off to de wahmest, softest bed——"
At this point Sam interrupted by saying:
"We must all take off our clothes and wring them out, for I am not going to try it again till morning."
[CHAPTER XIX.—AFLOAT AGAIN.]
Work is the one certain remedy for a troubled mind. Sam felt that if he didn't do something he should go distracted, and judging by his own feelings he reasoned that it would be better for Ike and Wah Shin if their hands and brains were employed.
He made them wring out their own clothes and the blankets, and spread them on the rocks to dry; and then all three set to work to repair the damage to the raft.