"Den wat's we to do?"
"We must keep on."
"On de raft?"
"The only chance is between that and the water."
"Dat's so," said Ike, solemnly.
"Too muchee watel, too lillee glub; no likee dis fix belly muchee," said Wah Shin.
"You must try and rest as best you can," said Sam. "Ulna and I will take turns in steering the raft."
"All night, Mistah Sam?"
"Yes, Ike, all night."
"Den you done lost faith in dis chile?"